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Deadmoon joined the rest of the collectors in returning to camp, a pile of twiggy bits and dead vines in her maw (and stuck to her fur), transitioning quite quickly into her task of reinforcing the walls. What she had collected was quite well suited to it, so she moved immediately to the somewhat known weakspot, where she had been yeeted into the wall by Rookie. The area was quickly packed with bits of twig, poking about at odd angles and hopefully keeping the warm air in and enemies out.