The Preserve, Sunday afternoon

[giveherahand]

Mara's bag was getting heavy with all of the stuff she and Gwen had found, but they still hadn't found an alot of selfies (whatever that was), or a squirrel.

Mara was currently under a tree yelling up into it.

"I know you're up there. I can hear your stupid squirelly laugh."

[OOC: For the partner in scavenger hunting crime and any other teams!]