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There was something in Archangel's mind that kept buzzing around in there, grabbing at her.
What is outside of the woods?
Archangel stepped out into the daylight, a cool, calm, vibe about the forest. She set off, just exploring the forest, trying to get to the edge of the shady mass of trees that was a forest.
She was well away from camp when she tripped. The looked down at her feet and saw a small chain in a loop with a shape hanging from it. She picked it up and threw it in the air, and it landed around her neck. Archangel pawed at it, frantically. When she realized she wasn't being hurt she walked on.
She tripped again, and fell down. On a bunch of stuff. A sheet, and something under it.
A small tortoise.
Archangel smiled. Should she eat it for herself, kill it for food for the clan, or keep it as a pet?
She would kill it for food.
She went into with her claws, ready to kill it, but she drew it back. She couldn't. It seemed too innocent. More innocent than squirrels or mice. Archangel wrapped it up with the sheet and took it back.
It took too long to go back, it was nighttime by the time she got back.
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