Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20190109065615

(Jester) “I agree. Being wrapped up in a blanket inside of a cozy home, it’s almost as if this place is our own little world.” Roda’s tail pokes out of her blanket for a moment before tucking it back under her blanket. She then sighs not wanting to leave her comfortable spot, but she knew it was time to check the wood stove.

Opening the stove with a mit she looks inside. The logs she threw in are near reduced to embers smoldering in the bottom. She looks into her log holder and much to her disappointment, it’s empty.

“Damn it, I'll be right back. We’re out of wood so I need to go outside and get some from the storage box.” She doesn’t wait for Prad to getup as she bolts outside, the door shutting behind her quickly. Roda darts around the side of the house and to the back, where a small shed sits. The Werewolf hastily opens the shed. Inside is a plentiful stockpile of chopped wood stacked against the wall.

Roda loads up as much as she can carry and leaves the shed, push the door closed with her foot. Finally she runs as fast as she can around the house to front and ducks under the overhang of the porch. Shifting the logs a bit, Roda frees up a paw and opens the door. She steps inside dripping wet.

“Oh geez, it’s raining harder than I thought.” Roda opens up the wood stove and tosses three more logs in.