things were strange when iiana returned to camp one evening.
tensions rose high, and though she doesn't know the details, there was a new couple on the block. normally, that wouldn't be a cause for concern — moontide has been letting in a whole flurry of groups as of late!
but the atmosphere is thick, and so iiana remains distant from danger. it's how she's managed to survive this long, after all.
she organizes her den, mostly out of a nervous habit as it's already been mostly cleaned out of its junk and riches all the same.
tensions rose high, and though she doesn't know the details, there was a new couple on the block. normally, that wouldn't be a cause for concern — moontide has been letting in a whole flurry of groups as of late!
but the atmosphere is thick, and so iiana remains distant from danger. it's how she's managed to survive this long, after all.
she organizes her den, mostly out of a nervous habit as it's already been mostly cleaned out of its junk and riches all the same.
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the taste of salt at the tip of my tongue means i am home
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