= Rose
= Crusher
Rose was infuriated with her father. How could he be so dim-minded? she thought to herself, climbing down the steep, sharp jutted edges of the cliff. Muttering under her breath, she then realized... Reed. She quickly ran back into camp, jumping over logs, sprinting threw open fields, paddling threw a creek, then finally made it. She then found Reed, in his den. He looked frustrated. What is his problem? she thought, then said to him, Hey, I've been, er, looking for you. She said, sitting down, licking her pelt. She hidden her nervousness, not meeting his gaze.
Crusher turned as his opponents left. Talk about wimps. he muttered under his breath, snorting afterwards, a content smile slipping his face. He slowly pushed aside branches, reaching his make-shift "camp". He slid under the large knarled roots of the willow tree, which was his very large den he dug out. He had a small kill pile stashed; two squirrels, a thrush, an elk leg, and a small hare. It wasn't much, but he didn't want to much, just in case someone found his pile. He grabbed the leg, gnawing on it. The blood splattered on his white muzzle, as he ate in silent.