Aphra was, quite honestly, getting tired of being in the makeshift camp that they had made whenever the mudslide first happened. She was tired of the mud, tired of the grime, tired of just being a god damn mess all of the time. "Everyone." The she-cat cleared her throat as she came back into camp, shaking her fur out to clear out some of the debris. "I'm going to lead a small clean-up patrol so we can work on getting back into our actual camp. Who wants to come?" Well, she didn't even want to be doing this herself, honestly, but clearly someone needed to step forward and suggest things.

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He was expected to help. That was part of the requirement for his stay, wasn't it? He tried to recall, but such a thing was utterly exhausting. If he was to help clean, then he was going to need all of his energy ready for the actual task at hand rather than wasting it with something as absurd as critical thinking.

The komodo monitor heaved himself on over. Maybe it wouldn't be too tiring. Cleaning up was quite the foreign task to him, and so he waddled on over and flickered his tongue as if somehow it constituted some sort of greeting. Truly it was more habit than anything, to constantly perform the action. He settled for a small gesture of his head as an actual greeting rather than trying to form one verablly. "Helping," Anthemtalon grunted.

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Sojourn wasn't someone she minded being around, though Inferno was a different story. But of course, Aphra wasn't going to complain, considering she was not going to do this on her own. Aphra stared down at Anthemtalon for a moment, a frown on her face, as if she had her doubts on him being able to help - but she forced herself to overlook that. "Alright then, let's go. If anyone else wants to join, they can just follow us." The she-cat stated flatly before she walked off towards the direction of the Coalition's actual camp.

Aphra grimaced once she reached camp, a disgusted look on her face as she gathered in everything that had been destroyed or moved by the mudslide. This was... going to take a while, wasn't it?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

Camps were something foreign to Anthemtalon. Lots of things were; being a simple minded lizard that up until a couple days ago had been living on his lonesome would affirm such a thing. He had a large size to thank for being able to keep up with the one leading the cleaning mission, since being left behind would be rather counter productive to the whole idea of actually getting to the location and cleaning up. An excuse it could have been, Anthem realized far too late, a chuffed noise following the thought.

Even for someone who had not once lived in an established place of living, the simple lizard could definitely tell that things did not seem to be correctly in place. Moved, but how? Why? Probably wind, the answer came smoothly after a brief moment of pondering. "Messy," the komodo monitor huffed, a vague movement of his head gesturing to the destroyed and damaged items. Maybe he was supposed to just pile them all together? Anthemtalon didn't know where certain things were supposed to go, and not a second thought was given before he sauntered off to do just that.

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