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[Light]

"Sure, sure," she tilts down and gains speed, entering the forest.

[CrimsonMoon]

He dives after her, his gaze hidden behind the goggles but obviously his gaze was wandering to the instincts

[Light]

She tilts to the side, flying around a tree and under a pair of bugs calmly. She lifts one hand and points to the large skin shell, the pale white skeleton mostly untouched.

[CrimsonMoon]

He glides ahead of her, landing lightly on the Om shell, he knelt there for a moment, his mask moving in and out with his breathes,".... Fresh.."

[Light]

She lands, skidding across the shell a few steps. She sets down the glider and looks around, her hands on her hips. "Yup! Can't be but a week old."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You think we could fid it's owner?" He asks suddenly, glancing at her as e takes a cartridge from his breast pockets and starts working on an eyes

[Light]

"hmmm," she scratches at the back of her head and sits down crossing her legs, "I don't think so, but we can try,"

[CrimsonMoon]

He slips his rifle over his head and sets te powder alght, a small puff of smoke surrounding the eye," Later, You have that whistle-necklace thing that Gramps made for you?" He asks, moving onto the next eye

[Light]

Adney reaches in her sweater and pulls it out, "Yup! Always keep it on me, no matte where I am." She proudly says while rolling it between her hands.

[CrimsonMoon]

He grins beneath his mask and tilts his head," Try callin our friends... Just for fun," another small 'PWUF' followed by a small cloud of smoke followed

[Light]

She starts twirling it around, the enchanting whistling of the cylinder echoing through the woods. Standing back up, she raises her arm and increases the pitch.

[CrimsonMoon]

He sits down against one of tw eyes and watches, taking off the mask and gazin up at the trees

(ISNT THIS THE CUTEST LITTLE f*** NUGGET YOUVE EER SEEN?
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[Light]

The trees begin to move and rustle, eyes peering down at them from above. Bugs buzzed, and animals chattered while looking at them on the om's shedded skin.

(.... Pork?)

[CrimsonMoon]

(NU >8U BOAR BABEH!!{but pork is a delicious f*** nugget})

Leun glances up, breathing slowly but holding his mask vlose just in case

[Light]

(XDDDDDDD IT CUTE BUT STILL (exactly))

She holds her free arm out calmly, "Come here," she coaxes, "No harm will come to you from us." there's a chattering sound, the clicking closer this time. An orange blur shoots out and darts up her arm, disappearing behind her neck.

[CrimsonMoon]

"... A fox sqirrel?" Leun glances at the blur and raises an eyebrow, his voice low," The toxins... I'm suprised they havent killed it yet..."

[Light]

She moves her arm behind her head and gently pets the frightened creature, "Poor things sick," she softly says, "he must have wandered in here and got lost." she gives him this look, her green eyes widening like a child's--'Can we keep him? Please?' her eyes begged.

[CrimsonMoon]

Leun exhales carefully and holds out his mask to her," Put this over its face for a bit, but givd it back soon, my seven minutes are almost done," Forthe past few years they had been in the forest, Leun ha been training his body to become immune to the toxins much to his Gramps' dismay

[Light]

She happily squeaks and takes the mask, placing it over the squirrels face, "ohhhh thank you thank you thank you Leun! I will!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Leun just grins and takes the whistle from her, spinning it at his side as he walks in slow circles on the Om shell's humps,"... Come on out, show us spore snow~" he calls softly