too bad there aren't any cliffs here
xina bo bina
07-02-2024, 10:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-09-2024, 06:24 PM by Maelstrom. Edited 1 time in total.)
Spring had arrived in a... very wet fashion. One day, the air had been chilly, the ground covered in ice. The next? A mud pit full of threats of flooding, fallen trees, and plenty of rain. It was the rain that drew him away from the sound where the lake level had risen, spilling out onto the trails where he definitely didn't want to be. Moving to higher ground, following the well laid out path to their neighboring territory, Maelstrom felt more comfortable here. His too big paws weren't squelching nearly as much, but he still wasn't avoiding it like he wanted to. Even as he pressed himself against the pines, vibrant gaze soaking in the wet world around him, he began to notice how many dead standing pines had just fallen over in the recent storm that had now quelled to a misting drizzle. Could he potentially use some of the small limbs and trunks to craft himself a shelter to dry out in? The idea interested him and thus, he set to work. First searching for a relatively dry area beside a larger standing pine where no other prey had made itself at home yet. Perfect, Mal thinks to himself, nearly smirking at how brilliant he was. Now to gather what I need, the thought barely concludes in his mind when he turns to start back off into the heavier drizzle in search of long, sturdy branches. |
1/3 explore new land - sparse pines
1/3 crafted a temporary shelter
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