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From the sound of things, he couldn’t have found a better place to crash. Not only were they willing to care for him, as a stranger, but they seemed to be fully stocked and in need of very little, still willing to share what they had. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been a part of a pack that was this well prepared.

”Crab apples, we call them,” He said, with a somewhat pained expression. ”Unbearably sour when they’re ripe…They’re sweeter when they’re a bit past ripe but apparently once they’re kinda mushy they’re a bit, uh, intoxicating.” He certainly hadn’t expected it. ”I was just hungry, is all. I don’t make a habit of getting wasted out of my mind or anything,” He added quickly. ”Makes a bit of sense now, though…I’m pretty sure I saw a drunk squirrel once, guarding some crab apples. Heheh, thing couldn’t even walk a straight line.”