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In and out. Out. In. Hazel hues flickered and watched the flow. A different sort of hustle and bustle. No doubt for the harvest. The druid flicked her ear, suddenly finding the tips of her feathers more interesting, counting the specks of white.
She'd grown up a fox. Hunting should be natural to her. Should. But foxes were omnivores not simply carnivores. She found her tastes perfectly satisfied on the vegetarian diet she soon began practicing without thought. Plants were what she knew and understood after all.
Besides. No one was forcing her to hunt. So she wouldn't. But all the coming and going made her antsy. Restless. Until she huffed quietly and wobbled up to her feet, taking care to keep the pressure off her still-healing hind leg. The better she took care of that, the faster it would heal.
It was a good day to visit her garden. To harvest the fully grown herbs. Tend her flowers. So she trotted through the jungle, a basket hanging in her jaws, ears twitching as she passed a few clanmates.
Her garden remained a point of pride for her, having landscaped it herself. Just off one of the main paths in a small clearing. With the circle of rocks divided in quarters, she could easily manage her plants. With a content hum, she placed the basket besides the pond in the middle and wobbled over to one of her herbal sections.
Let's see who's all ready...
[/td][/tr][/table]She'd grown up a fox. Hunting should be natural to her. Should. But foxes were omnivores not simply carnivores. She found her tastes perfectly satisfied on the vegetarian diet she soon began practicing without thought. Plants were what she knew and understood after all.
Besides. No one was forcing her to hunt. So she wouldn't. But all the coming and going made her antsy. Restless. Until she huffed quietly and wobbled up to her feet, taking care to keep the pressure off her still-healing hind leg. The better she took care of that, the faster it would heal.
It was a good day to visit her garden. To harvest the fully grown herbs. Tend her flowers. So she trotted through the jungle, a basket hanging in her jaws, ears twitching as she passed a few clanmates.
Her garden remained a point of pride for her, having landscaped it herself. Just off one of the main paths in a small clearing. With the circle of rocks divided in quarters, she could easily manage her plants. With a content hum, she placed the basket besides the pond in the middle and wobbled over to one of her herbal sections.
Let's see who's all ready...
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