Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160623032455/@comment-12082905-20160627205650

Unbeknownst to the apprentices, Frogcatcher was pacing in front of the fresh kill pile. His risen hackles told how uneasy he was.

Frogcatcher hated this camp. His tail flicked as he went back and forth, back and forth. If he kept walking, maybe the Dusk Syndicate would just go away.