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Dipper @
The Cannibal ]
His brows furrowed. Fawnsqueak? Hunting patrol? Otterstone had told him not to do anything crazy after she had redressed his wounds, but... he figured a small hunting trip couldn't hurt too much.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware he wanted me to go on one so soon," he said, shuffling his paws. He turned his attention to the camp's entrance, offering Fawnsqueak and Cobaltshade a tentative smile. At least he would be going with cats he knew, kind of.