shenevermisses: (Predator instincts)
Clove ([personal profile] shenevermisses) wrote in [personal profile] stillplaying 2012-10-25 06:27 pm (UTC)

action;

[She and Twelve manage a relative ease with one another in the forest. Their camps are closer than either of them like, she knows. Clove didn't know about Twelve's place in the trees when she made the first camp. Once that was established, though, she wasn't goiing to give Twelve the victory of moving this camp. So, they settled for the uneasy truce.

Now, the ppredator sense tells her something's wrong. Twelve has nothing to lose. She has no need to show caution. And Cato is asleep. One sharp word would rouse him, put the odds firmly in their favor, but that would risk spooking the other girl, upsetting this delicate balance they've gotten so used to.

Clove stands.

She gives a single jerk of her head, toward the trees. She doesn't care if her motive is obvious. She wnats Twelve away from Cato, alone with her. Plus it gives her movement, lets her stretch some. Without a word, Clove begins walkng.

After a few steps, she finally speaks again.]


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