Stone Circle Counting the numbers

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The woodland boy traveled carelessly through the woods. It wasn't exactly a patrol, but he was walking around the territory rather bored if he were to be honest. Clay was back, he could go bother him although since their reunion he's been awfully slippery to get a hold of again. Maybe he was still mad that he called him a girl, not that it was his fault he totally looked like a girl.

It was then that he saw his mother moving slowly a short distance away. His first instinct was to stop knowing she'd be upset if he interrupted her hunting, but she didn't seem to be hunting exactly. Cautiously the boy would approach his eyes open for whatever it was that caught her attention. You find somethin'? He was smart enough to keep his voice low now, but he wouldn't be totally surprised if he didn't recieve a response.