Aplos Riverside

Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
Aplos River is a broad, slow-moving river originating from somewhere beneath the mountains of Spirane and feeding Iromar’s moors in the south. The northern parts of the river are known for their strong currents, with the water becoming slow moving in the south. The riverbanks vary along its course, ranging from soft hummock grasses to small groups of pine, and sometimes nothing but pebbles and sand. Crossing can be difficult at times, but it can be swam or bridged by fallen trees or boulders alike.

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Staring so intently at her own reflection and quietly replaying every critique about her appearance that she'd ever been given, Maude hadn't notice the approach of another wolf. So when a distinctly male voice spoke on the weather, she scowled and lifted her head, quickly finding the dark male against the white of the snow. She couldn't quite tell if he was black or grey from where she sat but she supposed it didn't really matter.

"Not particularly. Snow is deceptive." It made things look pretty when really they were just ordinary and plain. It could make an ugly dead tree in the forest look like it was meant to be in a story of magic and adventure. It just didn't do a whole lot for homely wolves with confidence issues.

"Are you enjoying the weather?" Her tone was perhaps a bit brusque and seemed to imply that only a fool would say yes. She tried to be nice, really she did, but sarcasm and salt combined to form a protective shield around her. If she was snarky enough others tended to avoid her. If they avoided her they wouldn't say mean things that would wound her secretly fragile soul. It all worked out in the end.

Except for the part that she was almost always alone.

Deciding that she couldn't sit out on the ice forever, Maude carefully picked herself up and started back towards the bank, moving at an angle to maintain some distance between herself and the male. She was nearly clear of the ice when her paw slipped on a particularly slick patch and after a bit of flailing about trying to regain her balance, her front legs tangled beneath her and she went down hard on her face with a yelp. Flea spit! Maude, why are you such a reject?!

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