Mixed

The sky was grey. The sort of grey that preceded storms and their accompanying floods. Not ideal weather, in other words, for the sort of thing that the two ketucari currently digging in the mud were up to. Heat permeated through their pelts, a wretched humidity that clawed at their lungs and threatened to drown them on dry land. Yet, side by side, they dug. They were on the north side of a massive pillar of stone, surrounded by lush greenery and the buzzing of flies and skittering of ...