Umm...lol yeah. Not sure wtf is gonna happen. xD
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Tawny was having a hard time with being around the other canines in her pack. Yes she loved those who she knew…but she didn’t know many, and that was a problem. She felt useless, unneeded and just a waste of space within the community. While she tried to be a part of events, such as hunts, festivals and other celebrations, she always felt sad and lonely afterwards. Of course, that would all change if she would just move into a dwelling closer to her pack mates…but she was way too shy and scared to do something crazy like that. In the end, her silly simple mind thought it rational to start packing her things. There was no reason for her to be there anymore, so she’d just move on.
That was easier said than done…as the girl had a ton of stuff to pack up. With all of her skins and the old flags she’d found, she was able to wrap most of the art materials, including all of the dyes, needle sets, knives, clothing scraps, tons of bones and all of the jewelry making stuff she owned. But it was way too much for her to carry all by herself. Tawny was used to traveling with packs, so quite a few were strung up on her back and around her waist, the others were tied down onto a set of long sticks that were easy to pull over the ground. There was quite a bit of distance between her little hut in the forest and the borders, so she needed to start walking as soon as possible.
Dragging all of the packs was very tiring. Tawny had brief thoughts of going to the barn and taking one or two of her llamas, but shook that off. The creatures were gifts to the pack and she would not be stealing them away for her own selfish reasons. So she was stuck carrying her entire home, minus the wood and dirt, on her body and on some sticks. The borders were within smelling distance, so if she just kept moving…just a little further…she wasn’t going to make it. Exhaustion converged and she sank to the ground, shedding back left and right. Without really thinking, she took out some meat and water and fed herself, then curled up with a blanket of skins. Eyes closed and she was gone, dead to the world for a few hours, forgetting about the nightmares completely.
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