here I stand | storm


Busy, busy, busy. It felt like Flycatcher had almost been working non-stop the past few days. As much as he disliked the snow and the cooler weather, he was quietly glad for the small reprieve it brought along with it, allowing him to pause and take stock of recent events. There was still much to do in the camp of course but at least it felt a slower pace than the past few days.

With only a small amount of prey on the fresh-kill pile, the lead warrior had chosen not to eat that morning, and wait till later in the day if there would even be anything worth eating that was. In an effort to distract himself, Flycatcher had tucked himself away next to a bush, where thankfully, the buildup of snow hadn't been too bad, so he could sit there and not worry about getting swamped by the snow. He is grooming a hind leg when the crunch of snow alerts him to an approaching clanmate. He lifts his head to see Stormchaser approaching. "Oh, hello Stormchaser," He greets with a friendly dip of the head. "Can I help you?"

@Stormchaser