that's right, I got a crossbow
Autumn had arrived while they were travelling, and now everything on the island had become a delightful mixture of reds, golds, and greens. However, she could not stop to admire the lovely scenery. Lyonovei was mad at her, and she had to fix it. Long legs took immense strides as she galloped back toward the cabin. Her old cabin had been torn apart by the storms, and even though it was drizzling rain here now, she was pelting across the terrain to bring her prizes back to the cabin. She was making the fluffiest bed ever, it was going to be so soft Lyon would have to forgive her. Sheets of moss had been torn from the floors of several wood structures all over the area, and were painstakingly fit into her maw. Meanwhile, the corner of a torn up blanket was barely staying in her grip, and trailed out behind her like the cape of a superhero. Finally, her mismatched optics laid upon their new home base. Sure, they were going to go on adventures that took them away from the island, but it would be nice to have somewhere to return to. Bounding up the rickety steps, which squealed indignantly at the assault of her huge paws. Shouldering through the door, which had swung mostly shut, she laid her mass of soft things onto the ground and looked at the bed she had begun creating. It was quite magnificent already. The only problem that had arisen so far, was that she'd broken a few of the supports again. Clambering atop it to knead it and bounce on it, simply so it returned to a state of acceptable softness, she'd taken out two of the wooden posts. The opposing stilts had buckled, and that had forced her to even out the rickety structure by gnawing a third post until it too collapsed beneath the weight of it's load. Now, she dragged the moss across the floor, and hurled it onto the mattress. Then, she set about arranging it all to her satisfaction. She took one of the fluffy, squishy things that had been sitting at the top of the structure that supported the rest of the comfy slab, and kneaded it to an appropriate fluffiness again. Then she decided to tear into it a little, taking half of it in her jaws and shaking her head violently back and forth, and now a host of feathers littered the expanse of Lyonovei's new bed. Yes, this was good. She dropped the now satisfactorily soft squishy thing onto the mossy expanse of the bed, before hopping down and retrieving the blanket. It was a patchwork of faded colours, but still colourful enough for her liking. She dragged it onto the bed, where it lay in a haphazard pile along one side. Frowning, she started to tug it over the rest of the mattress, until it covered more or less the entire thing. |