Redhawk Caldera nerf gun party

Holy shit my dog is just laying at my feet being good and I cannot believe it.

Briefly, Fox wondered if she could actually give pieces of wisdom to anybody. She was still several months shy of her second birthday. Maybe the fact that she was a leader had others believing she actually knew what she was doing. Boy, were they mistaken! Nevertheless, Fox felt obliged to give her opinion, considering Siv had asked for it (however foolish that may have been). She contemplated the question of which trades she hoped her comrade to pursue, trying to remember which ones were already covered and which ones they would need help with in the coming months.

Fox knew the history of the Teekon Wilds well, so she did not think Siv would be quite useful as a chronicler. Peregrine was an excellent gamekeeper, and the both of them were used to keeping the borders safe and sound. Perhaps if Fox had been more keen on medicine, she would have suggested that Siv learn more about remedies. As it were, Fox loathed the stuff, and preferred to let her body heal on its own terms.

“What about being some sort of tracker of the world around us?” Fox asked, “A naturalist, I think I’ve heard it called.” She paused to try and recall what it entailed, exactly. “I think naturalists keep track of the moon phases and when it’s a good time to fire up the puppy oven, if y’know what I mean.” She winked suggestively to Siv, hoping she would catch her drift.