my energy and attitude don't really coincide \\ joining

[div style="max-width: 425px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px; opacity: 0.70; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 10px;"]It seemed as though despite not being called for, Sweeney would be the first to arrive to the scene. Having gotten used to the idea of random members of other groups showing up on the borders, Sweeney had decided that she had wanted to "patrol" them herself, see if she could get into their heads before someone else showed up so she wouldn't get in trouble. Of course, nothing had come of it yet, but one day it would. She'd either get in big trouble and decide to stop and do things more subtly, or something big would happen in response to her ways, and she was excited for either.

So she'd been walking around the perimeter of the forest when she saw a familiar pelt cross the border, and so she waited. Waited for the mooing that had come from one of their previous encounters, and what she heard instead had been sobbing. She'd never seen him cry before. Something was wrong.

Padding forward, the Callahan kid would slowly inch her way towards the boy, ears flattening to her head for a moment before speaking. "Atti...?" She'd speak out quietly, paw moving to reach for his shoulder, albeit a bit awkwardly - she'd never had to comfort someone before and it showed - "Atti, are you okay? What happened?" She didn't like seeing her friend like this, and didn't want anyone else to either.

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