Wolf RPG

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the afternoon is overcast, casting the day in a dull, drab grey. mulberry uses the coming rain to her advantage, catching two fish — after failing spectacularly a few times; as to which her damp fur is a testament — that she gobbles down, keeping in forefront of her mind towhee's advise to eat as much as she can.

with her late breakfast taken care of, she buries the bones in the sand and makes her way to the borders, figuring running a patrol — or as much of one as she can run without over exerting herself — was a good place to start.

especially since she'd overslept.