RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Leaving the horse and wagon, Ray takes a bag with a few med kits to take into the tunnels. She'll come back to lug the rest in. For now, this will do. She eyes the narrow entrance for a moment, "Oof. Here we go." Holding her bag in front of her she attempts to squeeze through with her arms stretched forward. The hope is that she'll minimize how much width she takes up.
Ray hopes she won't scrape herself up too badly. She partially shifts her eyes and ears to that of her panther form in the hopes of keeping an eye on her surroundings. Shimmying through the tunnel isn't the most defensive position after all. Hopefully she'll be able to hear any danger coming this way.
Ray takes a single bag from the cart with some med kits in it. She then attempts to make her way through the tunnel bag first and arms outstretched in front of her. She's partially shifted her eyes and ears to panther form to keep an eye on their surroundings.
Ray hopes she won't scrape herself up too badly. She partially shifts her eyes and ears to that of her panther form in the hopes of keeping an eye on her surroundings. Shimmying through the tunnel isn't the most defensive position after all. Hopefully she'll be able to hear any danger coming this way.
Ray takes a single bag from the cart with some med kits in it. She then attempts to make her way through the tunnel bag first and arms outstretched in front of her. She's partially shifted her eyes and ears to panther form to keep an eye on their surroundings.
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
