craft time!

Emerging from their den with boredom on the mind, Ghoul made his way down the volcano's slope toward the thicket. Once blossomed and now dying off due to the lengthened heat stretching into fall, he wondered why things happened that way. Since he was reaching a year old, more thoughts popped into his head that he didn't quite have answers for. With his older siblings not really around, he didn't have much of anyone to ask either. Putting the idea of seasons to bed, for now, Ghoul found his hiding spot where he kept the remains of his kills to use for later. Whatever he or his caiman didn't eat, he saved. Pulling out a few hides that looked worse for wear, and other various bones and body pieces, he examined them with a quiet hum. Plunking his ever-growing hind end on the dried grass beneath him, he picked through his options to decide on what to make.

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