AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Stretch of limbs and spread of jaws announced the gray-tan pelt of ticked tabby as aesior joined the grouping of bodies. Far had he been from the camp when the announcement had been made, returning from a solitary patrol made throughout the earliest hours before dawn. Such things could be accomplished when sleep could not find him. Ears perking as he looked at the group, noting what was carried before he entered the camp with a flick of his tail.
Finding the hollow where he'd made his nest, he would open his satchel to double check the minimal contents before removing a few bundles of things he didn't need, setting them on a rock shelf within his den. Returning to the party now with a lighter satchel, herbs for the trip safely tucked away. He wasn't a medic of the group, but his bag was a good storage place for such things as that, and whatever else that he came across that may be of interest. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he would come to a stop at the flank of the group, stretching once more with a ripple of his fur over his shoulders and spine, pelt shining the slightest from the nutrients within the fish he'd been catching as of late.
Finding the hollow where he'd made his nest, he would open his satchel to double check the minimal contents before removing a few bundles of things he didn't need, setting them on a rock shelf within his den. Returning to the party now with a lighter satchel, herbs for the trip safely tucked away. He wasn't a medic of the group, but his bag was a good storage place for such things as that, and whatever else that he came across that may be of interest. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he would come to a stop at the flank of the group, stretching once more with a ripple of his fur over his shoulders and spine, pelt shining the slightest from the nutrients within the fish he'd been catching as of late.
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