04-21-2021, 02:20 PM
DO YOU MIND IF I WILD OUT
AUBERON -- MASC/NONB. -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY
The thought of cleaning up had been wearing on his mind for a while. It had been some days, weeks? Since the flashflood had struck and the efforts of others were certainly noticeable, but the Sage was tired of stepping into puddles of mud and whatever else that had come with the water. Until the first rains of the season, the trees and rocks would keep their muddy coating, unless the sun dried them into dust.
Gaze changing to the different piles of debris and still scattered debris, the akhlut would give a heaving breath. There were good trees out here - they could be used to repair parts of the camp on high, or they could be fashioned into other things through the territory. Such thoughts filled the Sage's mind as he padded through the main camp before pausing by the boulder he had set Moth upon earlier. Clearing his throat, he would scratch his shoulder against the rock, "Members of The Frostblown! Today we begin to clean up our territory!", he would call out with a deep bark, "Anything that can be salvaged, please pull aside!"
Gaze changing to the different piles of debris and still scattered debris, the akhlut would give a heaving breath. There were good trees out here - they could be used to repair parts of the camp on high, or they could be fashioned into other things through the territory. Such thoughts filled the Sage's mind as he padded through the main camp before pausing by the boulder he had set Moth upon earlier. Clearing his throat, he would scratch his shoulder against the rock, "Members of The Frostblown! Today we begin to clean up our territory!", he would call out with a deep bark, "Anything that can be salvaged, please pull aside!"