Snack Time, Brats (pup hunt)

Karabela when skittering madly back to the orchard at the call. Tongue lolling out of her mouth, her legs beat against the ground as fast as she could to make up the distance from her exploring. Trotting into the, thus far, small gathering she promptly sat down, panting. "'Sup Cas?" She gave a little nod before moving to pick some brambles out of her fur. The girl was prone to wandering, there could be no denying. Each day she went just a little and a little further. It was great that Dægmar was finally letting them start to wander on their own accord. As long as they stayed within earshot of Imperium they could go wherever they pleased. Then next month they'd finally be free to wander anywhere and make their own decisions. It was so exciting! Raba needed to brush up her skills as a fighter, she still wasn't anywhere near her mother's level and it really bothered the girl.

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