Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27823669-20160412011720/@comment-27039035-20160417015102

Bear was laying on the ground, still nausated from all the catmint they forced down his throat. ''I think they gave me too much. On purpose''. Now it left him with a nasty headache, although it was slowly fading. And at least his wounds were better. He rested in a patch of sunlight, guarding one of the caves as always, quietly eavesdropping on the nearby conversation. He could only pick up words here and there, though. He yawned and glanced over at the camp entrance, flexing his claws in anticipation to go somewhere.