Art by  zushi

Though Wooper didn't consider herself much for pouting, there were some days where it just couldn't be helped. And today was definitely one of those days. Wooper harrumphed and twitched her gill stalks, curling about herself as she drifted into the soft sandy silt below her.

“Like for example,” she mused, the words spilling out of her mouth though there was no one else to hear them. “There was that time Zasz had stole that big, fatty, delicious looking worm... after I had done all the work of digging it out of the mud!” Wooper clasped her feet together at the memory of it, annoyance flooding back as she recalled the pompous look on his big, stupid, squishy axolotl face. “Or that time that river rock nearly squished me,” she recalled suddenly, “and the dragon who threw it didn't even apologize!” The nerve some people had, sloshing about in riverbeds like they owned the place. “I live here too you know! It's like they think they're the only sentient being around or something, no care for us little people.” Wooper trailed off with a firmly planted pouty lip, eventually flopping onto her stomach. She sighed, unfulfilled, and traced an idle finger through the mud in the hopes that it would quell her unhappiness. Little puffs of very fine sand billowed up beneath her hand; not quite the cure for her emotional state exactly, but at least it was somewhat entertaining.

“Like tiny mushroom clouds,” she mumbled, or so someone had said to her once. “Whatever those are.”

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This was an older piece I had done when Wooper had green eyes! Wooper now has brown eyes, like I do in real life.