Runyips were a species new to Wilvick Aureud. Thick, stout, and with a wide snout, they reminded him a little bit of the thunes back home on Dantooine. They were of a grumpy temperament, and weren't afraid to attack strangers, despite being herbivore. Or, at least, Wilvick thought they were herbivores. So far, he'd only recorded them eating some of the plants that grew alongside the river.
He looked down at his notebook, an antiquated thing made of actual paper, and continued the sketch he'd started of these strange mammals. Though it wasn't something he did much of these days, drawing was an old skill of his. His pencil made quick, skillful lines on the parchment, until he had a rough likeness of the creatures he'd spent the last few hours tracking.
There were other things in the notebook as well, little notes he'd made about the runyips as he'd discovered them. They seemed to like sifting through the dirt a whole lot, and he was relatively certain that they shed their antlers. He wasn't sure how useful any of this information really was, but getting out of the temple like this was something akin to a break to Wilvick.
"Come on now, move along the river," he found himself muttering under his breath, hoping the runyip would do something.
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