Misfits rabble rousing pack!

[Senjiku Ayakashi]

Sen sat watch while the others carried about their business. He wasn't interested in the games or trades going on today. Hunting time ended an hour ago and he was waiting for Janine to return with the supplies. He had been told she left right after them, so her being later than the hunters were worrying him. "Gah she probably fell for the human children's catnip trick. I don't understand foxes and catnip." Sen continued arguing with himself becoming unconcerned about his surroundings. His weapon laid beside him on his perch, he was in his human-like form. He moved his paws side to side, mentally separating the Likes and differences between a fox and a cat. Still unaware, he started annoying himself just thinking about it. "How can children catch a full grown fox? I don't know maybe they're not as sly as believed to be!"

[Dr. Prower]

Janine finally made her way back to the camp, two rather large sacks swung over her shoulders. She had a little hint of blood staining the fur on her left calf, though she seemed to pay it no mind as she walked. "Hey, Sen. I know I'm back a little bit late, but I got some good stuff." She let one bag drop to the ground, making a clattering sound. "Some firewood..." She let the other bag down more gently. "And some vegetables to eat."

[Ryan Naismith]

"there...." Jon said with a sigh, taking his steel sword off of the grindstone, his calls aching slightly from all the pedaling "done." With a sigh, he took the sword he was making, a short thing with someone's initials in it, and placed it on the table next to several other swords he was making, all of them lacking in their leather wrapping for their hilts. But he would do that later, if he had enough leather to do so. if not, he would ask Janine to find a cow, skin it, and tan the hide himself.
He heard footsteps outside his shop, his ears twitching slightly at the noise.
He stepped outside, offering Janine a warm smile as he slid his goggles to the top of his head
"Back from the hunt, eh? What'd ya get? Please tell me you got some potatoes..."

[Angder]

Mal sat by the river, he had just finished washing himself, his fur was slightly damp, but had been straightened, and will dry by the time he returns to camp leaving it impressive looking and clean. He admitted it was an unnecessary waste of time, but he had time to waste, he found the herbs he needed much faster than he had feared. Smiling, He checked his bag one last time, comparing the herbs and berries within to the images in the worn out book he always took when finding the medical supplies he needed. "Grunberry, check, Franhndun, check, Dunnleaf, check, Rivermoss..." Mal reached into the river and pulled out what looked like a yellow weed, "Check" He carefully put the substance into his bag, it had multiple compartments, 8 total, 4 were now occupied, each by a different plant. Mal placed the book in one of the empty compartments, and sealed the bag. He then slung it over his shoulder, and made his way back to camp.

Approaching the camp he spotted Sen talking to Janine, he ignored the two, dropped off his supplies, and headed to straight Jon's shop."Jon, Is my sword ready?" he asked as he approached, either ignorant of his current conversation, or deliberately pretending it was not there...

[Ryan Naismith]

"Was hoping you had some potatoes for...personal uses."Jon raised a brow, turning to Mal. He was just making friendly conversation with Janine, and he would much rather prefer to talk shop.
"Yes." He said with a nod "it's done, though I'm running out of leather. What type did you want again? I've got a little cow hide left, let me go check if it's enough."
Without waiting for Mal's approval, he ducked back inside his shop, a blast of hot air coming from the door as he opened it.
A moment later, he came back out, holding Mal's sword and a strip of leather "yeah, just enough." He said, waving the leather around a bit "lemme put it on."

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew sat up in a tall tree, looking down over where his pack was staying and keeping an overwatch of things; enjoying a few slices of jerky. It was homemade stuff, salty, chewy, and easy enough for his sharp teeth to shread apart, a good snack to tied things over while he was up here. This tree was his favorite spot, and up upon his perch he could see nearly everything; take mental notes of where everybody in his pack was or where they were going. Being up here also let him have some peace and quit without completely excluding himself from everyone else, but he tried not to make a trend of that. With a sigh the shark sat back against a branch, listening to the miscellaneous conversation of his pack below and wondering if anything interesting was actually going to happen today.

[Dax Declan]

Diton returned from the woods with his knapsack slung over his shoulder. He had just finished placing some snares and other traps in the woods. He walked over to a stump he had set a half carved bow next to. The white fox sat down and pulled a small knife from his bag and began whittling the bow some more. He had broken his other one last week during hunting time.  He was about three-fourths of the way done with his mahogany masterpiece. Diton set the bow down as decided to finish it later. He makes his way over to Sen. "Anything out of the ordinary happen while I was gone?" Diton asked Sen out of curiosity.

[coolcoyote]

Meanwhile, somewhere not too far away and yet not too close...

"Now...I know what you must be thinking. Foxes tend to get a bad reputation. People, even among us non humans, tend to paint us foxes in a bad light." The fox said in a very matter-o-factly, "They listen to old fables and stories spun by spindling spinters that we are sly, untrustworthy tricksters. But rest assured nothing is farther from the truth. Tell me do I really look like anything but the paragon of honesty?"

The trio of wolves paused to peer at the vulpine from head to toe. The fox was of a bright orange pelt with a collection of spots and stripes.

His red waist coat was quiet worn as were his fingerless gloves. A leather otter hide belt cut deeply into the fur of his fleshy waist, proof that the vulpine was not always so...well fed.

And he had the smile that could charm a bear out of her cubs if he so desired. Or in this case, a pack of murderous wolves out of their gold.

That in itself was also a stereotype Rascal told himself. Just because these mangy furred wolves traveled armed with the most cruel looking assortment of curved knives, serated cutlasses, and morning star made from the skull of some poor human did not make them murderous bandits.

Even their clothing, which was a collection of animal hides stitched together with the bones of their enemies,  should not allude to a possible banditry life. Poor dress and groom sure...evil...debatable...

"Like I said, paragon of honesty. Now let me tell you about this, " the fox produced a small stick from his coat.

"Its...a stick..." said the leader of this pack. He spoke in a tone that sugested that his already low reserve of patience was running out.

"A fire making stick!" the fox said happily like it was the greatest invention in the world. "Gaurenteed to light fires 99% of the time! Act now and I'll toss in a second Rascal's Fire Guarenteed Stick for the low cost of two coppers!"

The wolves stared at him blankly for a long moment. Did he really just try to sell them wood? The leader of the pack could not decide if that was insulting or insane...so instead the trio simply turned with out saying a word to the fox and began to walk away.

"Come on! I'll throw in a third stick for free! " Rascal whined very loudly as he watched them leave. "Well there goes my ticket. So where too next Rascal? Your a days walk away from civilization and you don't feel very inclined to sleep on the forrest floor like nature intended."

It had indeed been some time since he came through these parts. His last visit was...less than pleasent, but the lynch mob (formed under completely unfounded reasons to be sure) waiting for him in the last town he visited was even less pleasent.

Rubbing his chin while thinking about who in the area might know him well enough to let him stay, or not know him well enough to let him stay, the fox caught the scent of smoke.

It was faint but it shouldnt be hard for Rascal to follow it back to its source.

Fire ment people. People ment civilization. Civilization ment FOOD! The fox licked his chops, day dreaming about what kind of meals they might have ready to eat in these parts.

And so the fox picked up his things and trotted off into the trees, following the smell of campfire to its eventual source.

Who knew...maybe the people there were nice?

[Senjiku Ayakashi]

Sen sat up before hoping of his perch to land near Janine. "Why in the world are you so late? I was about to come after you. You know that if you're late you drop whatever and run to camp. The slavers are constantly prowling!" Sen continued talking to Janine when Mal walked by, he didn't seem in too good of a move. Sen almost stopped him when the scent of blood hit his nose. "Janine are you hurt?" Sen circled around her looking for any signs of a wound, he didn't notice the blood on her calf as he didn't know if it came from the air or someone in camp.

[Dr. Prower]

Janine felt too embarrassed to confess that she had indeed encountered a slaver on the way back home, and that she ended up getting struck with an arrow while she was trying to escape. She had too much pride to admit that she had acted foolishly and gotten herself into a dangerous situation. "I'm sorry, but I got too much good stuff to just drop it and run. I got potatoes, broccoli, celery, lettuce, even some carrots..." Listing off her goods gave her enough time to craft a quick excuse. "I'm not really hurt, by the way. I did end up tripping and getting stabbed by a sharp stick, but it's nothing serious. I can still walk."

[Ryan Naismith]

Jon went back into his shop, wrapping and braiding the leather around the hilt. He heard the word 'potatoes' from inside his shop and, his goggles still over his eyes, poked his head out through a window "oh cool! Can I have those?" He looked to her, smiling broadly "not many people like the taste of em here, sadly." He looked too happy. Who gets this excited over potatoes?

[Angder]

Mal sighed, some people can be so... distracted, they knew they had what was wanted, but insisted on pausing for inane chatter and letting other people wait for them, he looked around, sometimes he felt like the only person (ignoring himself of course) with any real sense of duty around here was Sen. He wanted to say something to hurry things along, but that would be rude, so he waited.

He then noticed the blood from Janines wound, and sighed again, she was injured, and he knew it would fall to him to heal that injury, and he would do it to. why? Mal pondered this question for a couple of seconds, before brushing it aside, unanswered. they would have to come to him of course, he was not going to go out of his way to go to them, he didn't have time for that!

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew had heard the exchange between the two below him, rolling his eyes as Sen produced a barrage of questions that hailed over Janine. Letting out a sigj and sitting up, he began his descent down, hopping quickly from branch to branch before reaching one just above them andletting his feet and tail dangle down. "Ahh c'mon give her a break Sen. Its not like any of us havent been late once or twice before. Besides, she came back safe and sound by the looks of it, with supplies that we needed too."

[Dax Declan]

After hearing all the commotion, Diton to not get involved. He was fairly new to the pack and didn't quite know his place yet. All he really did was catch a few meals. Because of this he decided it was probably best to finish his now. It's not smart to go to long without one. He sat back at his stump and continued wittling the stringless bow.

[Senjiku Ayakashi]

"You want me to give her a break huh? Fine your break is being here in camp for a week. Eother that or your stuck only going out with me." Sen got  calmer as he spoke. "We've already lost two, im not losing another. Go to Mal, you're hiding what's hurting, he'll fix you up." Sen moved over and grabbed the bags, carrying them up the path to the fire. "I'll cook tonight,  unless anyone else wants to?"