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BlueFeather
Dustrage knew that sound. It was a kit. A wounded kit. She ran towards the sound and arrived to see a small kit sitting in a half decayed box. She stopped, unsure of what to do next. Ask if they were okay? No....pick them up? No.
"Think Dustrage, think! She took a deep breath and crouched down, trying to sound nonthreatening. Urg, she HATED kits! "Hi there. I'm Dustrage."