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[Nulldrawer]

Bronze found multiple glass bottles. Most broken but the dirt and sand near the lake smoothed them. She held a few and rubbed it between her paws.

[yeeee.]

Caster got up and headed out. He was still hungry... he wasnt going to get what he wanted, but at this point he didnt care... he decided to fish.

Launa got up andbheaded out od camp to search for any herbs that survived the storm.

[Nulldrawer]

Bronze sniffed the air of the lake and spotted a bigger wolf. The fae dropped the sand glass and hide in a bush. She tucked her tail under legs. Afraid of the bigger wolf, she wimpered.

[yeeee.]

Caster snarled, unaware that he was being watched. He clawed as some bushes, cleanly knocking the leaves off before going right to where Bronze had been playing. He flexed hus muscles, snarling angrily at what had happened earlier. "Dis is why we need our own dens," he grunted, swiping at a fish and getting lucky. He speared ot on his claw, and then sat there watching it wriggle its life away, srill muttering.

[toodee]

Buck had called another meeting. Buck waited at the log again.

[Nulldrawer]

Bronze hear Buck but couldn't leave. Caster was there and he could easily kill her. Bronze started digging a hole under the bush she was in. The sand glass would have to wait another day.

[yeeee.]

Caater flicked his ears. He heard Bucks call, but also swore. he heard dirt crunching behind him... he swallowed the half-alive fish whole before turning around. "Is there someone here?" Caster said, his eyes flashing gold and red.

[rolyo]

Zanthos rose wearily from his seat by the river, he was deathly bored and scented the air, hoping for prey to chase.

[Nulldrawer]

Bronze gulped and sighed. She exited the bush. "Just me...an omega," She whispered.

[.::PrincessDawn::.]

Spirit
she stood and emerged from the den with her head low she slipped out of the camp and trotted away. she started running in a random direction determen to blow steam off and kill some time. she closed her eyes feeling the wind on her face as she weaved though the trees she knew the forest well the sounds of the leaves the feel of the dirt she loved it there.