Maybe I should cry for help

Wandering further from the fire as the night progressed, the boy found himself among towering trees, the rich, sweet scent of berries overpowering in the warm evening air. He snuffled about a bit, violet eyes long since adjusted to the lack of light. It was late, late enough that he'd usually be tucked away in their den at home, but this was a party and he never really got tired, no matter how long he spent chasing goats or harassing the cows with Kenway's cattle dogs. Maybe there would be something worth fighting a bit further from the gathering? Something had a distinctly predatory scent about it.

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