OLIVER
A soft growl escapes Oliver in frustration. What the actual fuck. What the fuck in fuck. First of all: where the hell are all the animals. APPARENTLY everyone else is finding good game but no. Not him. Nope. Not Oliver No-Last-Name. Apparently, he is unable to find literally fuck all. And then, of course, he fucking falls into a hole....kind of. His face basically slams into the mud and he growls very loudly as he straightens himself back up, mud now caking his face and poor fur. Okay. That's fucking it.
I'm finding fuck all. I'll head back towards where we met. Very angry, Oliver starts the trek back to where the wagon was, still looking for some game, but also in a very pissy mood. Right now, he just looks like an angry kitten covered in mud. Fantastic.
Oliver begins to head back towards the cart but still continues to look for prey, even though he is a ball of anger.
I'm finding fuck all. I'll head back towards where we met. Very angry, Oliver starts the trek back to where the wagon was, still looking for some game, but also in a very pissy mood. Right now, he just looks like an angry kitten covered in mud. Fantastic.
Oliver begins to head back towards the cart but still continues to look for prey, even though he is a ball of anger.
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