TITANIUM | patrol

[aine.]

[align=center]— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —

The petite vixen bounced.  Scrambling paws and a shy smile offered up at her father.  She knew she hardly fit the typical 'apprentice-age' range of other groups, but she wandered about on her own all the time and no one seemed to mind.  That must mean she could patrol.  Simple.

Curiously, her hazel hues lingered on the basket.  What did he need a basket for, if he was just walking around to check their borders?  Oh maybe, he's restocking.  We haven't done that in a while.  She rocked on her soot-colored paws, eager to move and soon.  "I can carry the basket, da," she offered up.

— I'll come back when you call me —