take this mess that i created ❂ cleaning up (open)

[dave s.]

Although he hadn't been a member of The Frostblown for very long, Dave couldn't deny that cleaning up sounded like a good idea. Hell, the state of the territory had been the first thing he noticed when he first arrived. Besides, he wasn't a fan of getting himself covered in mud if he happened to slip and fall down. He wasn't as vain as some about his own golden pelt, but he also wasn't a fan of getting drenched – plus, he didn't want his shades getting all fucked up. So, at Auberon's call, the big cat was quick to move over, inspecting the area around them slowly. He muttered to the other, tail flicking behind him, "alright, bossman." He then moved over to a nearby tree, one of the smaller ones splintered into pieces as a result of the flashflood. He dragged some of the pieces of it to the side, mentally noting what they could be used for in the future. Maybe some furniture, or even a dam to prevent another flood in the future?

As he pulled pieces free and put them aside, Dave found his gaze wandering around the territory, a sigh leaving him as he saw the state of things. It really was a wreck, wasn't it? He really knew how to pick them. With a brief shake of his head, Dave spoke softly in Auberon's direction, "this is gonna take... a while, isn't it." It was less of a question and more of just a vaguely frustrated statement. Still, he couldn't even imagine how Auberon must've been feeling, being the leader and all.