Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire, Saturday Evening

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Firekeeper would simply not be doing her name justice if she ignored the presence of the firepits by the cabins.

So here she was, sitting by a crackling fire with Blind Seer sprawled by her side. Of course, a good campfire should have food to offer, which is why there was a rabbit and a couple of fish (the furred kind, although they'd been skinned first, of course) roasting on a spit over the fire.

There would be no marshmallows here unless someone else thought to bring some.

[ooc: open like campfires are!]

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"Sometimes it's handy," Tahiri told her, flicking a twig at her.

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Firekeeper snorted and batted at the twig. "All times," she corrected.

Blind Seer let out a snort of his own at this comment. A disbelieving one.

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"Okay, yes," Tahiri amended like the brat she was, "it's a pain all the time."