TENSIONS RUN HIGH -- catch the flag w/ tanglewood

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Surprisingly, Shining had managed to notice a crowd growing this time around. Most times he would be unaware of such things- his eyes would be downcast, staring at the ground immediately in front of him. He didn't have the willpower to keep his head up these days. The male's tired limbs carried him over to the commotion, where he spotted a blue flag waving in the wind. They were discussing traps. For what reason? Were they going on a hunt, an attempt to catch something?

Whatever it was, it'd probably escape from their paws. They'd find themselves a hair's length away, just outside their grasp, before it would slip through their claws and escape into the unknown. Prompting the hunt to continue on, an endless chase for what they truly desired. A never-ending cycle.

He'd probably be proved wrong, though.