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Dec 07, 2007 18:57

The change of the seasons did not sit well with Glenn. The cold, biting chill was not unlike what he felt those days on the mountain, though at least here the oppressing feeling of danger was not present. For now, anyway - the island was too unpredictable to believe that all would be well for certain, and that this was not a prelude to more problems.

But Glenn cast such fears aside, deciding it best to remain positive. In fact, he was quite productive that day, as, upon thinking over what he could do to better aid the community, he decided he might begin to chop firewood for people to take freely. That was what he was hard at work doing near the compound, the brisk air unable to keep him from feeling warm from the effort being put into the work. After chopping another log in two, he reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow, pausing to survey what he had done so far.

There was quite enough for a few people already, he thought, which was good: if it kept at least one person warm, he'd feel like his efforts were successful.

[OOC: He is just off the pathway, so any pup is welcome to hear it and come say hello. Can grab some freshly cut firewood too. -g-]

susan pevensie, jill pole, glenn, eden mccain

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