daytime dies | open, patrol

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    ✦ ✧ ✦ Oh boy, a weekly task. He was supposed to run some sort of patrol, which after how the last patrol went, he was surprised Kingpin let him out again. Finding a soft spot in the center clearing where he figured most of his clanmates could hear him, the hound came to a stop and looked around. "I'm gonna head out on a patrol if a few want to join. We're gonna look for a temporary camp set up or something. And maybe stop by somewhere else." Says the hound, his tail waving from side to side as he waited for clanmates to join.

    While the hound had been the one to assign the task, he felt obligated to tag along. With so few members, it was the least he could do to pull his weight. Nothing else important was calling him away, so what better time than now to go off and patrol with his son and other clanmates? “I’ll tag along.” Honestly, it surprised him how he was the first to offer up himself to attend. Regardless, Kingpin would force himself to be patient, and give the others time to join them.



    "Got nothing better to do, might as well join," came the male's slurred words.


    He hadn't been a part of the group for long, and he still didn't know a lot of the territory. Joining this patrol would be beneficial for him, and maybe he'd get to know his fellow clanmates better. Not like it was his top priority, but he didn't mind having friends.

       

    Perhaps if he knows how Ozymandias' last patrol had gone, Dajjai would elect to remain behind. He doesn't, though, and there is nothing to stop him from accompanying the trio. He slips over just after Sevenseas, pawsteps nimble and graceful. "Count me in," he says, and although he's only been a member of the group for a few days, he can't keep affection from his voice. He's always been easy with his affection; if the others mind, they certainly haven't said anything - and chances are that their complaints wouldn't make much of a difference.

    ✦ ✧ ✦ Oz looked at the group for a moment, deciding that the group was enough. He gave a slight nod of his head. He turns on his paws away from the group and beckons them to follow out as he starts walking along out of the camp. "Come on then." He barks briefly as he glances over his shoulder. "If anyone spots anything that could look like somewhere we could temporarily stay, shout it out." He says as he bounces onward.

    He’d known what the patrol was intended for, as he’d given the orders to put it together. After all, it’d be pretty pathetic if he’d already forgotten what he’d asked his son to do. “Sounds good to me.” Rising to his paws, Kingpin would follow behind his son, allowing him to be giving out the orders. A temporary camp would be necessary should anything happen to their current camp, or a situation occurred where they would need to evacuate.



    "Wait!" Amelia squeaked as she trotted forward. Same three men, plus one she didn't know, minus one she wish she didn't know. She wanted to be a part of the bigger picture, but it was obvious that the bigger picture always included brash, battle hungry men. She had nothing against their genitalia if she was honest; she was ambiguous in her sexuality (and a failure in the flirting category.) She just found them all... borderline barbaric. But she would have to deal with it, as leaving was no longer an option in her eyes, "I'd like to come too," she continued, though they had already gone off and she hadn't the chance to catch her breath. She remained silent, trotting towards the back of the group while they moved to survey the lands.

    Turning around, he’d slow his pace to allow Amelia a little more time to catch up to the patrol before picking his pace back up. “Of course.” He’d nod as Amelia rushed to catch up, announcing that she wanted to accompany them on the patrol. He saw no reason why she couldn’t come, and more so shrugged it off than anything else. She’d catch up, and even then it wasn’t like they were traveling very quickly anyway.



    ✦ ✧ ✦ Oz hears the soft cries of Amelia, asking them to hold up, so Oz slows down his pace. He wouldn't deny a clanmate. He glances at her over his shoulder, giving a slight nod of his head. "No problem." He states calmly, before turning his head away and in the direction that he was walking. After slowing down for a moment for Amelia, he would pick up his pace to its original speed.

    Upon walking, he nearly trips over a deep hole in the meadow. It simply looked like someone had dug a massive hole into the ground, which Oz assumed was some type of animal. He pauses for a moment, looking into the hole and its darkness.

    "Do you think it's abandoned?" He asks as he looks into the hole. "Could be good for hiding small kids." He barks with a shrug of his shoulders.