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

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As Margaery arrived, she couldn't help but wonder why exactly she was here. The food that her clanmates relied upon was far different from the feline blood that she needed to survive and consuming their mundane prey would ultimately result in this body's demise. Perhaps she was lulled in by Suiteheart's mere presence- innately terrified by the bear but unable to keep away out of principle. Whatever the reason, there was no backing out now.

[color=#b14767]"I'll come along," She offered. If anything, she was a skilled killer and could be a valuable asset in taking down some of the larger prey they might pursue. She just hoped that Suite, for whatever reason, wouldn't be opposed to her decision to join. Her lungs were terrible, yes, but she had been resting enough to say with confidence that she could do this. At this point, she didn't have much of a choice.