one hell of a drug- hunting patrol

[RHINESTONE.]

[glow=#b8dcf8,2,300]▶ NATURE'S CORRUPTED IN FACTORIES FAR AWAY ◀[/glow]

Rhine had, as of late, been in a rather tired state. Taking over the entirety of the clan after the loss of so many was difficult, and while he was happy to help with all rebuilding efforts, he could also tell he was beginning to get worn down. Still, he had gotten a fairly nice night's sleep the previous evening, and he could feel his stomach distinctly rumbling from where he was laying in his den, so it seemed only natural that he would help out with the patrol. It took a long moment for the speckled smoke to gather up his energy to properly get up but eventually he shoved himself from his bed of dried seaweed and moss, heading out to where Vixenvenom was standing.

He winced a bit upon seeing Coconutpaw, not eager for the apprentice to go and critique his every move thanks to his new position as leader, but he wasn't about to let some kid stop him from patrolling. Padding over to a few paces in front of Vixen, Rhine sat down before he purred, giving a warm – if a bit sleepy – smile in response to her request, "I'll be happy to help out as well, Vixenvenom. The freshkill storages could go for some refreshing." It would be difficult, forcing himself not to eat any of what they caught until they got back to camp, but he could manage. He didn't always need breakfast, after all.