[Location for Home Turf: Dreamer's Col]
This was much harder by himself. Riya was out, hunting, it seemed she preferred to hunt for herself. He'd seen her dragging whole deer up into the trees to eat and he understood why it might be easier for her to catch whatever she was planning to munch on in the tree tops. Still that didn't mean he didn't wish he didn't have help right now. He was trying, and mostly failing to drag a nice fur into the cave he'd found and claimed for his own, it was a large mostly open space that connected directly to the marketplace, there was a small side tunnel that led to where he'd set up his own sleeping area but he hadn't really known what to do with the bigger main chamber for a while, but he'd eventually realized it'd make a perfect clinic. So he was trying to set one up, as far as he was aware they didn't have a central space for that sort of thing so surely it'd help the pack right?
Well that idea was going nowhere fast, the fur he was trying to drag into the cavern was much too big to not have to drag somewhat but with his leg he was struggling to move quickly or even well. It was a slow awkward and jolting progression, and furs were just one of the things he had to do to get the space usable, to his standards at least. There were herbs bundles to be sorted, stocks to be counted and other tools to be stored.
"Speech" "Riya"
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Updated 04/30/23: Still on
indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.
Crux has a 6 inch long burn scar on his throat, most of his art does not reflect this.