The hunt was successful: you caught two mice and a starling. But while hunting for prey, you accidentally got stuck in the mud, and now your entire coat is covered in mud and dusk.

"Fox shit!" you muttered under your breath all the way to the camp. When you were inside, you hastily threw the loot into the kagat of freshness, and sat down under a tree, washing your coat.

River had just returned from border patrol. Seeing you, she stopped and came closer.

"Well, where did you get stuck?" the cat asked in a cold tone to which you just hissed desperately. River hid a smile at the corners of her lips and leaned closer. "Let me help you, or you'll be washing yourself from the swamp before dawn." River said, and her tongue began to move vigorously over your filthy shoulder.