Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26510374-20171018155146/@comment-26510374-20180123202553

Soft, green light illuminated the tents from outside. Claw slept through it, even though Vertigo expected her to wake up and complain about it. She unzipped the tent and stepped out, spotting the large, green-eyed stag standing over the ashes of the campfire.