No more time for playing!

As good as he was getting at rolling on his barrel, it wasn't always the most... efficient mode of transportation, especially not when you were practicing in the estuary and the call came from the moor. The girls went to fetch a fuller barrel as he dumped his practice one outside his den and they did their best to catch up to the others. Knowing Cal, she wouldn't hang around for long, and as it was, he saw the party moving out in the distance before he'd quite made it to them. The girls both barked to try and get the party to wait up, and began nudging his barrel along a little more aggressively, picking up the speed. He just had to hope he didn't wipe out any of their own in their attempt to catch up. "Oi!" he called out across the Moor, "Wait fer me!"

All he could do was try his best to catch them up.

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