Trying to get muse back upp..WC:153
Range could hardly hold still when he finally caught sight of his father. His clay covered tail swayed, a few more specks of the mud that had not yet dried being flung from it. "W-whut? No!" He was almost as confused by the suggestion as he was his father's figure. His waddled closer, his excited wagger throwing his already clumsy paws off balance. "It gunna dry!" He rubbed himself against Gideon, whining and yipping repeatedly.
"You has to get it off!" He was becoming more and more frantic, pacing now as he waited for his father's solution. "Oh, oh! We need wata. Dadda, wheres it?" He shook out his fur, hating the discomfort of the drying mud weighing him down. As soon as he got rid of the filth, he planned to question his father before he could lose him again. "Will it take THAT long for us to get the leggys, too?"
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