Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26510374-20171018155146/@comment-26510374-20180123163721

Covered in mud, Claw returned with fish, which she skewered apathetically onto some sticks by the fire. She sat down on a nearby log, waited for the fish to coo k and snatched one up once it was ready. She ripped its head off, devouring it and the rest of the fish in about a minute. Claw dropped the twig and stomped into her tent, muttering something about getting sleep.