Murdersquees Clearing, Tuesday Afternoon

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Cassandra did not quite grasp the purpose of their current dwellings, but she was not about to waste time thinking about it. Rather, she was choosing to be practical while they were here, this close to the preserve: she had hunted down a small rabbit in the woods. It had been some time since she last took care of her own food, and there was a sort of joy to the practicality of it, skinning the animal and getting it ready to go on the fire.

But that was something of an hour ago. Now she had a small fire going in the clearing, rabbit meat cut into rough cubes and shoved on some sticks. She was holding two over the fire, inspecting her handiwork every few minutes.

Not too terrible.

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