Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28306165-20160425022240/@comment-27669385-20160426160857

Fawnberry padded out of the den and frowned at the small fresh-kill pile. Much of the prey had been trampled in the fight. She glanced around at the injured warriors, and Ryetuft lying in the clearing, limp. "Is Ryetuft alright?" She called.