Username: Sha the Sheep
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Haywing listened carefully to Birchmist's story. Small, fuzzy brown animals, hunting fish. They were probably otters, he thought to himself. Beavers were too herbivorous for this. Or maybe a mink, or weasel? Something in the family, he reasoned. Still, he didn't see why they needed to take action just yet. Other animals needed to hunt for food too, after all. From the mink (or whatever it was)'s perspective, perhaps
they were the thieves, emptying the lake of their dinner! After all, the camp only operated for a short time each year, while these other animals might always live there.
He decides to go fishing rather than investigate right away. It would be fiiiiiine. He was sure they'd all still find enough fish to feed the camp, even without bothering the local wildlife.
Username: Sha the Sheep
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After several hours with meager results to show for it, Haywing decides to hell with it, and stalks off in the direction the other campers who'd responded to Birchmist's claims earlier had gone. Perhaps bby now things had already been resolved. Perhaps they would simply need to wait a day or so for the fish supply to recover. He does not care anymore. He is going to investigate this for himSELF.