MEET ME AT THE OVERPASS / typhoon visitor

[Straw]

  [font=trebuchet ms]The Pitt raid had been unexpected, but not as costly to deal with as Straw had feared. By the time she'd arrived at the raid, ready to help, the raiders had already dispersed; those who had arrived early enough to fend them off had some scratches, but were otherwise still in one piece. The loss of the observatory, though, had shaken the rest of the clan. She had no history with the building, but seeing others hit so hard by its destruction ensnared her with guilt. She should've responded more quickly, or been on patrol that night. There had only been two raiders anyway, she could've handled them long enough to stop them from setting the observatory on fire until help arrived.

  Now wasn't the time to wallow in self-pity, but the thoughts remained in the back of her mind as she approached the stranger at the border. She smelled of a different clan, not one Straw had encountered before- but she had a gift basket, so she probably wasn't here to attack. "Uh, thanks," Straw murmured, adjusting her mask with one paw. Did this person want something in return? Twitching her ears, she asked, "Any... uh... conditions?"