WC:228 OOC: It’s ok if you pp Amata a litte! <3
She was slightly oblivious to what her sister was feeling at the moment. It was possibly a bad thing as she was so attune to her feelings, right now the first thing that was on her mind was keeping everyone warm, especially Anu who was just starting to recover herself. She found a book, it was random, but she couldn’t help but flip through it to make sure it was something that no one wanted… it was something on some kind of public thing or another, an old volume of something that the humans had thought important but wasn’t helpful to the wolves. She started tearing out the pages, wincing in the process… any human knowledge was very resourceful and she felt horrible for doing something so horrible, she had to close her eyes as she put the papers over the red embers. Turning to Oak who’d brought down a few chairs she nodded and headed over to help him. She was not trying to ignore anyone, she could see the pain in her sister’s face, though she did not know why. She didn’t know about the hunting party though she had noticed a few missing bodies, but she didn’t think anything of it, nor did she put either together. She started helping Oak with breaking apart the chairs, which were sturdy even in their old age.
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