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4/8 ; collab with NeoShadowwolf ! bg and lines by them, I sketched, colored, shaded, and added final touches :>
ft. 069 Maussik & 043 Fahari

The pair had wordlessly decided to stick together; Mauk figured having an ally was both a crutch and an aide in the race, but at this point he was just bored and needed a companion to chat to. Having paid a bit more attention to Fasa than Mauk, Fahari led the pair’s path towards the split in the mountain range in the distance, and the mess that was the forest that lay covering it. At a hurried pace, the two made good time and reached the outer edge of the thicket before the others, but this is where they started… struggling.
A path was hard to find- it had snowed, and everything was covered in white. Despite his best effort, all Mauk picked up was the fresh, cold scent of snow.
“Maybe we should just risk it- I doubt a river is hard to find.” Mauk muttered to Fahari after a few minutes of fruitless searching. There was no answer - Mauk glanced up to see Fahari disappearing into the woods, pushing through piles of snow without hesitation. “...or we could go that way.”
Fahari had picked up a faint trail, and as the pair worked deeper into the forest, the path got clearer. Mauk, in a stroke of (what he thought was) genius, began to erase their tracks. (It just looked like the two took a tumble after they got to the forest edge; and still incredibly obvious, but he did his best. The perks of snow, right?) Quickly, Mauk and Fahari came to the river - the fork well and apparent. They bickered over directions before following the river west ; thankfully it seemed to be the correct choice as they soon came upon a grove of trees covered in billowing red cloth.
Fahari quickly trotted ahead, calling out behind. “Come on, let’s find some red flags and get our asses out of here before it gets too dark to see.”
Mauk huffed and followed, and as they forest dimmed, the noises of the wild got louder; owls hooting and the rustle of mysteries in the dark. Comforted, Mauk kept behind Fahari until something bright flashed out from the corner of his eye. Curious, Mauk called out to Fahari to stop. It was a tree covered in red flags, as bright and vibrant as freshly spilled blood. The tree was tall (it was a mystery as how a suka had gotten the flags up there in the first place), but Mauk didn’t mind a challenge as he leapt up, scrabbling against the rough tree trunk for purchase. After a few failed attempts and tries, Mauk had (most of) a flag in his mouth and a very bruised and aching body matted with snow.
Snickering at Mauk, Fahari went up next, using the grooves Mauk had carved out to quickly and neatly snag his flag before landing and trotting off away from the dark shadow cast by the mountains. The two found the river once again, following it out from the mess of forest and towards the coast and the checkpoint. They slowed down as the night passed on; switching out positions as they marched through the thick layer of snowfall on the river banks to save energy.
Mauk perked up when he heard the hint of crashing of waves in the distance - they had made it.

WC: 555

Description
4/8 ; collab with NeoShadowwolf ! bg and lines by them, I sketched, colored, shaded, and added final touches :>
ft. 069 Maussik & 043 Fahari

The pair had wordlessly decided to stick together; Mauk figured having an ally was both a crutch and an aide in the race, but at this point he was just bored and needed a companion to chat to. Having paid a bit more attention to Fasa than Mauk, Fahari led the pair’s path towards the split in the mountain range in the distance, and the mess that was the forest that lay covering it. At a hurried pace, the two made good time and reached the outer edge of the thicket before the others, but this is where they started… struggling.
A path was hard to find- it had snowed, and everything was covered in white. Despite his best effort, all Mauk picked up was the fresh, cold scent of snow.
“Maybe we should just risk it- I doubt a river is hard to find.” Mauk muttered to Fahari after a few minutes of fruitless searching. There was no answer - Mauk glanced up to see Fahari disappearing into the woods, pushing through piles of snow without hesitation. “...or we could go that way.”
Fahari had picked up a faint trail, and as the pair worked deeper into the forest, the path got clearer. Mauk, in a stroke of (what he thought was) genius, began to erase their tracks. (It just looked like the two took a tumble after they got to the forest edge; and still incredibly obvious, but he did his best. The perks of snow, right?) Quickly, Mauk and Fahari came to the river - the fork well and apparent. They bickered over directions before following the river west ; thankfully it seemed to be the correct choice as they soon came upon a grove of trees covered in billowing red cloth.
Fahari quickly trotted ahead, calling out behind. “Come on, let’s find some red flags and get our asses out of here before it gets too dark to see.”
Mauk huffed and followed, and as they forest dimmed, the noises of the wild got louder; owls hooting and the rustle of mysteries in the dark. Comforted, Mauk kept behind Fahari until something bright flashed out from the corner of his eye. Curious, Mauk called out to Fahari to stop. It was a tree covered in red flags, as bright and vibrant as freshly spilled blood. The tree was tall (it was a mystery as how a suka had gotten the flags up there in the first place), but Mauk didn’t mind a challenge as he leapt up, scrabbling against the rough tree trunk for purchase. After a few failed attempts and tries, Mauk had (most of) a flag in his mouth and a very bruised and aching body matted with snow.
Snickering at Mauk, Fahari went up next, using the grooves Mauk had carved out to quickly and neatly snag his flag before landing and trotting off away from the dark shadow cast by the mountains. The two found the river once again, following it out from the mess of forest and towards the coast and the checkpoint. They slowed down as the night passed on; switching out positions as they marched through the thick layer of snowfall on the river banks to save energy.
Mauk perked up when he heard the hint of crashing of waves in the distance - they had made it.

WC: 555