BE US AGAINST THE WORLD

it was not unusual to see vixen on her own. she was growing more and more impatient with the crowded camp. so, she was always on 'patrols' or 'hunting' as she needed space. she was tired of being bumped, squished, and stepped on. she wondered how abyssjaw was handling all this.

then again, she figured he was lost in hiding. avoiding others like the plague they were slowly becoming. the snow white she-cat snorted softly as she bound over to the river. lowering her head to lap at the cool waters. she was grateful to be alone for the moment. yet, she was never alone for to long. not in this group setting, anyways.

"speech"