He stifled a yawn. Having hunted some small game - rabbits mainly - and added to Elkshire's cache, patrolling a bit... He also hadn't recovered yet from his trek from the Plains. One thing after another, always moving. Perhaps he had a problem with stability. Though he had found time to choose a den between duties. He still had to 'fix' it up a bit. He was lulled into comfort and sat down.
The rain pattered against the dense foliage, making soft and easy sounds. He barely registered the other of Elkshire before they spoke. Bran's eyes flickered open, and he looked toward them.
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