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Beaver Birthday - Burke - October 22, 2017
AW!
Burke felt adventurous today. He made his way out of the territory. Normally the elder didn't fell much for going outside the safety of his home but today was not like any other day. He was born when the leaves turned colors. Now it was the time that this happened which meant that he had eight seasons of those. He wanted to celebrate with catching his own meal. He knew that there were some beaver dams outside of the territory and he felt like he could be able to catch one of those. Burke trotted determinedly to the water. The elder watched them from the bushes as the swam across the water or would climb on their dam. Shouldn't be too difficult, right?
RE: Beaver Birthday - Flaris - October 24, 2017
As the frostnight bloomed into a cold and shimmering morning, the browbeaten Harlequin resurrected her traveling spirits and began to scour a herculean weir for any source of rushing water. She could hear the irrigation before her other senses debuted any other detections, and through a curtain of flamboyant pines the lone she-wolf found her compass in the form of an unfrozen river. The woodwitch plucked her way down the chilled riverbeds using the current to dictate her migration despite the lack of a true destination.
She would have ignored the beaver dams entirely if not for the wolfscent reaching her on the low, telltale breeze. Pausing in her saunter to survey the scene, Harlequin saw no wolf but spied the unsuspecting castorids and surmised from her inability to see the predator in question that a hunt was in progress. The shrew stood back in tense rapture on eager limbs, woefully prepared to take advantage of whatever happened next.