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Misha stroked her imaginary beard. "That's--" She paused, then snapped her fingers. "No, you're a damn innovator! We should build a wood shed." She lowered her arms to her sides and looked around with a growing sense of loss. "How do we do that?" she mumbled, mostly to herself. The grim saplings and towering but crackling giants that lined the forest path looked less like clean lumber and more like an untamed death trap. She was content to live among those trees in peace, but it was a different matter entirely to saw them up - or worse, be forced to scrounge money, then purchase and haul refined boards from the town to the camp. That sounded like a job from wayward 14-year-old newcomers, not seasoned and decidedly lazy woodsmen like herself.

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Destin chuckles a bit at her suggestion. He looks around, exhaling softly. "C'mon, let's try close to the river." He didn't want to give up yet. He knew it was going to rain in a few short days, and didn't want to risk losing whatever semi-dry wood might be out there to find. Without making sure Misha was following, he began running through the trees, a hard look of determination on his face.

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Misha groaned and began jogging after him. She scanned the forest floor as she stumbled over the leaf litter, searching for any decent-sized chunks of wood. The outlook improved slightly as they crossed the forest, but she couldn't dispel the nagging doubt that an uneven covering of broken branches and small root wads would sustain the group if the temperature dropped another ten degrees - inevitably.

Misha whipped around at what sounded like her name. She stared into the bushes, then drew her cold gaze up the trees. "... Destin?" She shrugged and shook her head, dismissing the noise as wind. Her footsteps continued along the river as she padded near the brush, calling out the medic's name as she walked.

Misha's head shot up. "Damn - definitely my name that time!" She scrambled towards the source of the noise, clawing through brambles and the crumbling remains of brown leaves as she dashed through the wood. Her boots scraped the forest floor in uneven bursts, beginning to sink as the land shifted from pine needle pack to an expanse of mud. She clung to the branches above her head as she moved closer to the where she could see the boy's struggling form. "Destin!"

@Fionraella She raised her brows at him. "I should just leave you here." Misha glanced back at the tree she was using to support her weight. With uneven but careful steps, she edged out along the bark until her boots began to sink into the marsh. She bent her knees and reached a hand out for him. "I can't reach any further. You gotta get over here!"

She grimaced. "If I drown, I'm taking you straight to hell with me," she hissed, glancing back at her safe grip on the tree. With a sharp intake of breath, her fingers unlocked and she let herself sink a bit before kicking hard at the ground beneath her. She took three daring steps towards Destin until her fingers were within range of his. She could feel her feet squelch in the mud, soaking into the lower hem of her pants.

Amelia nods slowly. "Sacha'll probably want to smoke a lot of it to prepare for winter..." She looks up at him and grins. "hy are you so tired?" She asks curiously. "Some people might think I'm stronger than you are!" She teases and begins pulling the deer harder. 'c'mon Grant! We want to get there faster!"

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"I won't let you drown!" Destin shakes his head, though he just didn't want anymore threats from her. Destin struggles to move towards her. He pulls a paw free, reaching out towards her. He coughs as some mud slips into his mouth. He whimpers painfully as the mud tugs at his fur. "Can you reach my paw??"

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Misha grunted and drew in her breath before jolting forward with a sharp motion that onomatopoeia'd at her boots hardcore(i can't believe i just wrote that with my own hands). She clenched her teeth. Her hand reached forward, grasping for his lil ankle wrist thing - and grabbed his paw. She tightened her grip and prepared to pull. "Okay, Destin. You gotta help me on this. Run!" She blinked. "Or jump or whatever! Move!"

@Fionraella Misha cursed under her breath - but not loud enough for Destin's tiny baby ears to hear. She drew a breath in and glanced around at her surroundings briefly, taking in any features that could serve to help her. The tree she had clung to earlier was just out of reach. With a quick look in Destin's direction, she frowned. "I'm going to grab that. Just -- wait a second!" She turned around, the mud gulping at her feet as she struggled to unhook herself from the sinking grip. She managed to pull one leg through, then pull herself forward enough to grip the branch. With one hand on the branch, she slid her jacket off her slender frame and tossed the other end towards Destin with a firm grip of her own on one sleeve.

[did that post make any sense? no. will i change it? wish i could]