crepuscular critters

Dusk was slipping to cool night, maybe they would benefit from something to insulate them from the cold, wet ground. That, and something to keep the breeze from their backs. Davey guessed, if they were staying out. Better than trying to make it home right now, he's still feeling pretty fresh. Taking a bit of pity on Atoll, he swiftly cuts down another patch of grasses, wrapping them into a bundle and carrying it farther on their hike.

He'd subtly lead the boy in a direction that had some cover from the shrubby grasses, and a downed tree dragged over by some predator that wasn't them. It was enough to brace from the wind, and as the pile of grasses grew, it was... well, they could work with it. Still keeping half his attention trained on the horizon, lest something bigger and freakier come out of the woodwork, he starts to shape the pile into something like a shelter. Some of the dried grass flattened beneath them, some packing behind them and into the shrubs and dead tree.

The sky spread out above in all directions, it's a pretty night. Davey focuses on the middle distance for a while, tracing the skyline with a careful gaze. The treeline that made up the Ravine was behind them, and before them? At the edge of the lush grasslands, there's only sand. The Dunes, the Deluge, lay spread farther into the continent. "This will do, yeah. You did alright." It's as close as he'll get to a compliment for the boy, but far closer than he gets for his siblings. Give and take.

"Was it worth followin' me?" Teasing, sure, but it's not the most malice his tone has held today. Sure, he'd put Atoll to work, but maybe the view and the exploring was worth it after all.

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