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The brick tsabhua doe slid towards the slate huntress, tail flicking.  "Wheeler!" She called out, catching her blue tribemate's attention.   "Lark?  What is it?" The huntress asked, looking over her shoulder and away from whatever she'd been studying.   The farmer dipped her head in greeting, giving a kind smile to the more stoic doe, "We've been asked to take over a few gathering patrols for a few days." Lark explained simply.  ...

The temporary camp was busy on the chilly Kerah morning.  A party departed to search for food, but six tsabhua remained, milling about as they determined what to do.  Dawnbreaker and Orion wrestled, trying to push each other around, while Snowdance told Skylark about his visit to the river.  Yannikuf stood off to the side, awkward in this colony that was not his.  A brown tsab nodded to him, then stepped confidently to the head of the group.  “Yayaloc tol...