Beaver Eight Beaver Nine, STOP it’s Beaver Time

She had hoped that one of her sinners would have arrived, but instead no, just a young loner. Not a complete failure, perhaps, as maybe she could convince this blue-spotted yearling to join her home. Or perhaps they already had a home, but what were they doing all the way out here? She couldn't pick up the smell of a pack on them, but that didn't mean there wasn't family.

The longer she waited however, the more she felt that she was going to be angered by the lack of help from her sinners. Though she supposed that since she hadn't asked for help, or demanded it even, that she couldn't be that mad. She expected her members to pick up some weight though, but perhaps today was not a day for them to be willing. Maybe Erebos would have a better paw at it, maybe he would have ideas to get their butts in gear. That was a thought for another time though, for if she was stuck on this too long, perhaps the yearling would leave and she'd be alone again, stewing about the predicament she more-or-less put herself in.

She didn't want to draw attention to herself enough to scare away the beaver more than the presence of the yearling might have already had. She kept her place in hiding, and made a "-psst," sound to get the attention of the yearling. Hopefully they heard, and hopefully their response wouldn't startle the beaver.

"Speech!"

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