Diana: -sticks her sword into the ground, sitting and leaning against it- why am I so poor at fighting?
Winter: *sits at the edge of camp* Dusk: *pads to join Winter* Rebecca: *sits on a rock Near the tree* Carlos: *hunts for food*
Winter:*hears a noise* Dusk: *his ears perk up* Carlos: *looks around, and hears a noise* Rebecca: *looks around to see where the noise came from* Dusk: *whines*