crepuscular critters

If there wasn't a sibling disrupting his peace, there were the kids who were good-as. Davey let go a slow suffering sigh, not bothering to hide the heavy eye roll in his tone. How the fuck had he already ended up with kids at his heels? At least this time it's kid-singular but... ugh. Davey grumbled to himself, wondering just how far Atoll was going to follow.

Turned out, all the way. Wrapping himself in the exploration, trying to keep his joy and his peace about it... and promptly failing. Whatever. Fine. Fine! This was going to be his life now, wasn't it?

"You are setting up camp, if you want it." His tone laden with snark. "There's no reason for me to be dragging some of those dried grasses that would make for comfy dry bedding, especially if there's an old den around here somewhere." Was Davey giving sass with a side of instructions, instead of the other way around? Maybe. Pretending to be absent about it, the boy moved to swing his axe at the dried grasses that had been laid out by whatever autumn winds had swept through here. There, now they'd be even easier for someone else to drag.

All the same, Davey scanned the horizon again. Looking for one of those fabled abandoned dens, or at least a hollow in the earth. Maybe it would be nice to take some time and do some deeper exploration, let the night take over. At least it would be nice, if he was alone. Big disgruntled tween sigh.

"Davey"