Five, Six, Pickup Sticks

Kea huffed a laugh as he was pressed into bag-holding duty. But he didn’t really complain. Taking his sister in stride, and following after her. He did like spending time with Tally. She took an interest in everything, even sparring. And he found her to be a good partner. Not entirely sure what the plan was, he let her lead him towards the dam. Crossing over the other Hallow territories to get there. His little Polar bear, Spud, ambled after them.

As they entered the dam, he started getting a little more wide-eyed. Looking around himself at the clusters of aspen trees. The scent of bark and water dominant after a few sniffs. “Need, for what?” He asked, snorting at his sister as he leaned over and grabbed a stick in his maw/ it looked a little gnawed on, and breathing in he caught a scent of something unfamiliar. What kind of rodent chewed on sticks?


"Ciaran Carpathius"