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@Naiel liquid timeline here

Lacoste licks his lips, finishing off the last of his meal of fish. The bones that were not swallowed lay scattered in front of him; he sees no use for the thing and tossed it back into the creek from whence it came. Shrugging out the tension in his shoulders, he stands, shakes out his pelt, and begins to walk slowly along the river with careful grace. Head down like a panther on the prowl, eyes up in search of anyone at all.