Chupacabra campfire: Friday night
The fire was lit and crackling cheerfully - not that it was particularly cold, but there was something strange in the air tonight and Karal had wanted a fire.
He was leaning against a log, staring into the flames, while Altra sat on the log behind him, watchful and wary. With no idea about the radio, and his mun's limited availability solitary habits over the past few days, Karal didn't know there was a machete wielding homicidal maniac being hunted through the woods anything strange was going on.
There was a notebook in his lap in which he occasionally wrote something, but mostly he was content to simply watch the fire.
[ooc: open of course!]
He was leaning against a log, staring into the flames, while Altra sat on the log behind him, watchful and wary. With no idea about the radio, and his mun's limited availability solitary habits over the past few days, Karal didn't know there was a machete wielding homicidal maniac being hunted through the woods anything strange was going on.
There was a notebook in his lap in which he occasionally wrote something, but mostly he was content to simply watch the fire.
[ooc: open of course!]