The world's in flames, but I’m feeling fine.

Fir · 03-03-2022, 09:37 PM

It was now early in the afternoon, but Fir had been up since the crack of dawn treasure hunting for neat things she could add to her growing hoard. The yearling had so far managed to find a couple of teeth, what she thought to be a femur bone from something or other, and an odd puff of fur that may or may not have once belonged to Bog. Thinking that perhaps the male might have misplaced it, Fir took the puff into her maw and set off to find her swampy kin. Fir liked Bog, he'd always been kind enough and never made her feel weird or unwanted. It made her sad thinking he might be wandering around with a cold bald spot in his coat looking for where he'd set his clump.

"'Oooooog" the yearling called out trying not to drop the wad. It'd been a minute since the pair had last seen each other, she wasn't 100 percent certain where he even hung out these days. With any luck he hadn't moved around much since before the long night and this would be an easy endeavor. Worst case she'd just walk around for a few hours screamin' his name."'OOOOOOGGGGG!"

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