FOXES HUNT THE HOUNDS ; open, weekly task, hunting party

[Suiteheart]

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When Margaery strolled forth to volunteer, Suiteheart was, admittedly surprised. She knew Margaery hunted for the same reasons as anyone else in this little Clan of theirs, but she often did it differently. Everything about vampirism was so vastly different than the norms of the mundane with which Suite resided. Don't get her wrong, she was happy she didn't have to deal with all her poor wife had to. She was also incredibly pleased her wife was making an effort. It brought a smile to her lips.

"Of course," the polar bear said with a nod. She'd be happy to have her wife along on this little expedition. Perhaps this could help mend a few broken things as well.

Turning to Bastillepaw as he arrived, Suire was equally happy to see him. She enjoyed his company, that much was certain. She figured the boy was probably also skilled in hunting as he was often on patrols for such an activity. "Happy to have you, Basty."

If Bastillepaw was worried she and Marg's martial problems would spill out on this trip, he would be sorely mistaken. Suite and Marg typically discussed these things behind closed door or through their bond, seldom letting it leak into the lives on their Clanmates. She would not deny that their fights did sometimes read clearly upon their faces, but not today. No, today would be good for all parties.
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