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1 am - Pigeon - February 19, 2020
Pigeon never realized how great family was until he lost it. Sure his family made of 99% desperate loons and he feared for his life every he was with them, but at least there was food to go around. There was little he could catch on his own out here. The only thing he could get was water, but even that had been hard to find for the past few days. Pigeon had resorted to eating the snow.
What. Am. I. Doing,he grumbled between bites. The cold was too much to bare after the fourth mouthful. Pigeon spat it out and fell on his bottom. This is what his had come to; getting brain freezes from snow that's probably been pissed on.
RE: 1 am - Artyom - February 23, 2020
edit: fading here as Pigeon has been made inactive.
Quiet. It was pleasant, and Artyom wandered through the familiar woods with a clear mind. He hunted, as usual: alert for prey and potential recruits alike.
Thoughts turned briefly to the wolfess Uriel, and how she'd thought to claim this maplewood. He wondered where she'd gotten to, if she'd managed to find her place in the world, and considered attempting to discover her new location when movement ahead drew his attention elsewhere.
A male, he noted, with mahogany furs, who chomped rather miserably at the snow. Artyom carried on at his smooth pace, unthreatened and curious. "Hey," he called out, and was sure to offer a friendly sweep of his dense tail should the stranger turn to look upon him. When he did not, the pale-furred Alpha simply carried on his way.