Sun Mote Copse CMOT Dibbler

The rumbling of the earth was growing more ominous with each passing day, and it worried Elwood, but there wasn't much he could do about it. More troublesome was the lack of large prey; it seemed that the tremors were scaring away the game. He had spent much of this particular morning tracing familiar routes that he knew that local deer often frequented, and was disappointed to find no sign of the resident herds.

He had returned to the rendezvous site and was examining Avery's rock collection at her behest when movement in his peripheral vision drew his attention. He looked up to see Wraen approaching, a marmot clutched in her jowls. He smiled at the sight; at least smaller prey could still be found. "Nice catch," he complimented when she was within earshot, as Avery collected her favorite piece of sea glass and scampered away.