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for @Astara if you have room; if not ill change to all welcome!

@Alamar is sleeping in this morning — or maybe just pretending to sleep so he can get a little more rest. jaime knows he'd had another sleepless night, so he leaves him alone, slipping away quietly for an early hunt. he shivers in the damp air as he tracks the scent of a weasel, lungs aching a little with the cold. he wants fish, actually, but he doesn't think there's anywhere to fish near here, and he doesn't want to get wet right now. he'd probably get sick, and then alamar would be unhappy — not worth it. so he settles for weasel for breakfast, yawning every few minutes and blinking more of the sleep from his eyes.