[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8]For Ryan, it was sort of nice getting back into the swing of Clan life: namely, practicing using his throwing knives without having to think about whether or not he'd have the herbs to fix a cold should one arise. Hell, not having to go hunting was also a large bonus: while Ryan was built for cold weather, being a fox and all, having to worry about being stuck out in a snowstorm and not finding his way back to his temporary base was something that concerned him. The fox could be found sitting alongside a decrepit building that could no longer have it's use identified, back pressed up against the old wood as his two front paws were busy sharpening one of the many throwing knives that lay before him. Pointy was off doing who the fuck knows- likely at the surface grazing at what he could through the snow, since underground habitats typically didn't bare the necessary foods for herbivores. He was tempted to go up and icefish, since he'd heard about it before and was willing to give it a shot: then again, that fear of getting lost in the snow continued to linger, and he decided against it. Instead, the fox was quietly muttering to himself about aerodynamics and the forces of flight. What a way to spend the day.
[hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * SKYCLAN * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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