Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-28358106-20170106034602

"It was yesterday, when I was flying in from the west, having finished my hunt. I saw many, from high above.  I counted twelve.  I did not see who they were, but they were leaving your home, moving north, along the old slack run creek.  The slack run has been dry for years, but many hunters use it as a shortcut around the foothills and runs all the way to the north free ranges.  I assumed they were hunters.  I thought nothing of them."

She ruffles her wings. "I came to the house of Thomas, because I saw the beacon. His wife told me he had left but did not know why.  I came to the clinic because I was concerned for him.  What has happened here?"