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Terra woke up, tail wagging excitedly as she remembered yesterday. The festival had been so much fun! There had been a lot of noise and confusion, terrifying the feral girl out of her wits, but after she'd gotten used to the press of the crowd she'd rather enjoyed the food and everything that was there. That wasn't to say she was planning on repeating the experience, keeping herself at a fair distance from the festival today. Adapted she might be, but sorting through all the information was difficult, sending her mind spinning. Today she would relax, kick back, and chew on a rabbit.
Heading downstairs Terra snagged one of Liam's practice corpses. Taking it outside to the cold Terra chewed on it, working through the threads Liam had run through it, practicing stitching up wounds. She thought it was fairly silly, but he'd known what to do when she'd gotten injured, so maybe it wasn't all that bad. The flesh was hard, aged and stretched. It was a good chew, and Terra let the feeble sunlight bathe her fur as she worked through it.
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