Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26510374-20171018155146/@comment-26510374-20171022155141

"I suppose you could say that," Claw muttered, shoving her supplies into the tent.

Claw only found damp tinder on the ground, so she resorted to yanking tinder and kindling-worthy twigs and sticks from the surrounding trees. Sunset cast its violet hues on the campground, which Vertigo did not like. She hid among the campfire food as Claw attempted to aggressively cut an old stump into pieces for fuel.