Ooc - Oh, my bad! I'm pretty much always on a phone, so...
Ic-
Bayheart leapt away while crying back to the hunting patrol, "Good luck!"
She landed back upon the ground with a gentle thud. Her paws underneath her sped away at an incredible speed towards the other section of the dens. Another series of hello's here, and hello's there echoed after her. What truly an energetic little rat, she was. Her muscles flexed to a stop every time she met an individual. Bayheart would ask them to go patrol, pick an area, memorize it, and then run off to find another dilly dallying soul with little to do. Bayheart was funny like that.

