Shadewood “Scratch my back, or I’ll snap your’s.”

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@Tzilla

Nothing meansured up to how relieved he was to finally have a spot to rest up. Why that Cry fella seemed a bit shadier than what Morgan could have suspected blew past the southerner. He seemed too quiet, too nice. Like with every single turn the man had some kinda scheme, some kinda plan that he just wasn’t lettin on. Shaking the mess from his head, Morgan minded his business once more as he continued his duty to the black coated man. 

Pissin on a tree and clawing up several others, the mountainous man kept his route going all through the early hours of the day. Soon enough, once he finished all this work, he was gonna go check out one of the banks or creeks in the deep woods, maybe catch him one or two fish. Hopefully, should @Velvet not be sneaking up on him again, he might actually get to keep his catch.

But till then, he did his honest work.

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