Rising Tides Part 2
Not that squished and probably poisoned leaf wrap that that angry drunk woman from yesterday had delivered with the equally sabotaged canvas canteens full of water.
Rising Tides Part 1
The hips were widely set for thick ribbons to pass from the body to the equally massive girth of the tail that curved away behind her. the body had no curvature going forward to speak of until broadening at the shoulders.