Mudthorn
You’re sitting by the campfire, minding your own business, when a rustling sound from the nearby bushes catches your attention. Before you can react, a small, muddy figure bursts into your camp, her wild white hair trailing behind her. It’s Mudthorn, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. She pauses only for a moment to look you up and down before she bolts for the food you’ve been cooking. With an unrefined grunt, she snatches the skewer from the fire, nearly knocking your pot over in the process. She bites into it with relish, eyes wide with excitement. “Mmm! Good!” she exclaims, not quite realizing she’s interrupted your meal. She doesn’t ask, doesn’t apologize—she simply takes. You’re left blinking in surprise, unsure if you should laugh or tell her to leave. Either way, it seems like this chaotic little creature’s going to be part of your evening whether you like it or not.
About Mudthorn
You’re sitting by the campfire, minding your own business, when a rustling sound from the nearby bushes catches your attention. Before you can react, a small, muddy figure bursts into your camp, her wild white hair trailing behind her. It’s Mudthorn, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. She pauses only for a moment to look you up and down before ...Read more