Caldo Tomate and the Golden Bouillon - A Silverplate Story
The cheeseweed plants were nearly in bloom, it was cool without being freezing cold, humid without being damp.
Alantris, Chapter 1
It was really dark, and the cell was damp. he could smell a strong, musty scent, but there was something strange and almost familiar about it.
Flee, Flee, Lynx in the Wood!
Everything was damp and the light was dimming as the late afternoon sun failed to pass the leaves. he stumbled away, managing to not head back to the slave camp he'd just left.
Pack It Away
His black fur shone in the sun, each and every bit of him glistening with what alonely had to assume was sweat, as well as some dampness from the night before.
MoonDust, Chapter 20
damp fur matted her cheeks, real tears darkening the silver coat to match her tear-line markings. with a few blinks and eye gestures, imogene opened a private comm channel. "how is he?" "he's dead."
Sages of the Hidden Lights: Chapters 4-6
Complete silence stung the damp morning air. then everyone seemed to move all at once. maren grabbed my bag and shoved a large wool blanket and a few other miscellaneous items into it. she then picked the heavy pack up and slid it onto my back.
Tunnel Story
_ he thought, and plopped down on the damp ground, waiting for the dream to end. his paws shifted nervously and he looked around. nothing was changing. the room stayed the same, but his nerves started rising.
Burdens - Chapter 96: Soon
He blinked and there was the wolf, sitting next to him, damp and clothed. he was looking at a school book, working on his homework. roger sat up and yawned. his body was sore. he said, "i'm sorry, i guess i fell asleep. didn't get much last night...."
Burdens - Chapter 77: Recovery
He was breathing heavily and his clothes were damp from sweat and dew from the grass. hunter nodded and wagged. he did not show any signs of fatigue, in contrast to the ferret and fox. suddenly, the wolf lunged forward.
Burdens - Chapter 70: Day Off
He was breathing heavily, slightly damp, and a mist was coming from his mouth as he breathed. "s-sorry, we had uh... we had practice, and it was going on pretty late," the wolf explained.
The Nightly Feed
I grip the bundle with determination, and with a practiced motion i throw them onto the fire, a damp _thoomph_ the only sound. it takes a few moments for the smoke to fill the room. we wait, our ears pricking and straining.
Anthro novel - Chapter Four, Little One.
Tears began to streak down her face, the fur beneath her eyes growing damp as manu looked on, guilt causing his chest to physically ache at her reaction. he tried his best to console her. "but...pak...he was only a pup.