"We ought to, you're right." Chara Linard said with a solid nod. They had to be dead certain this place didn't have any lethal pitfalls they couldn't handle as a pack. If they stumbled on it with just to two of them? Well at least they could run like the Gods themselves had lit their tails on fire. She traced the male's gaze to the human structures. "Well those seem good. We can spend less time making up our own shelter and just bunker down there. Repairs will be needed naturally…"
"There's also netmaking, fishings got a whole mess of things you've got to get right." This land was unspoiled, it would make well as far as prey went. Surprising that it hadn't been touched. Her cynical mind was just waiting for the catch. There had to be something that just wasn't right with this place.
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