Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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The large Tigre walked along the bank of the river, a much smaller feline sitting atop his back. The pair were hardly ever apart, ever since Mau had found the mythical as a cub. Tank didn't remember much of his life before being found by the ocelot, only that his mother had raised him for a few months before telling him to find his own path. And so he had, and he couldn't be happier. Mau was his best friend- neither regarded her as a "master" in any sense of the word like some mythicals did, they were equals in every aspect.

Tank was more than happy to help the lithe feline in whatever way possible, whether that be protecting her or carrying herbs. The ocelot was an aspiring healer- and largely self-taught, which could be quite dangerous at times. After all, eating random plants and trying to figure out their effects wasn't always the safest thing to do. But it was working out well enough, neither of them were dead after all.

Mau flicked her tail, chocolate brown eyes gazing out over the river. The fall wasn't exactly the right time for a swim. Unlike most felines, both Tank and Mau did enjoy the water from time to time, but not when it was this cold. Mau looked back down at the bank and suddenly spotted something that vaguely resembled burdock. "Tank!" she said, leaping off his bank onto the ground. "Do you think this is burdock?" she asked with a flick of her spotted tail.

Tank cleared his throat, glancing down at the plant. "No..." he said quietly, but Mau was already reaching her mouth around the plant to pick it.


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