Literature
The Girls are Fighting
Tusk waltzed into the enclosure the tokhara was in. Shortly behind her followed Bun, Liatris, and Magnhild, the latter two chattering away with large grins on their faces as Mag showed off her muscular figure while Liatris looked on with glimmering eyes. Bun, on the other hand, was keeping to herself, quickly disappearing off to somewhere as soon as she had walked into the area with the others.
Amora was laying in the grass, enjoying herself as she basked in the rays of the sun, both relaxing and warm. Her fur was dusted with dirt, sullying her mostly white coat into a tint of brown that, while it went along nicely with the rest of her fur, was not supposed to be there. Her pink paints glistened in the sun, almost iridescent and beautiful but their color dulled from the unkemptness.
Strung throughout her fur were also plenty of sticks and little pieces of grass, matting the fur together in spots. A clear sign of the Toko's rowdy playtimes.
As soon as the wanderers walked into her