[PQ] [RQ] from the fallen tree

I keep on messing with your head
You keep on messing up my bed

Raelyn arrived in a flurry of fur; in Deepfrost, she often preferred traveling in her shift, as it was warmer and more comfortable for the young woman than traipsing around in the snow as a human. When she found Danta and a stranger, she woofed a soft greeting before shifting into her human form. There, too, she was engulfed in fur - her jacket was fur-lined and warm, though her cheeks were still rosy from the cold.

Despite her warm clothes, she felt naked without her dogs accompanying her, but she'd left them at home for this particular task. "Hello," she said as she joined the men. "So, we're jusdt chopping firewood, yeah?" Well, it was a simple enough task, even if it wouldn't be particularly fun. Luckily, Danta seemed to have brought plenty of supplies, and she selected an axe, casting a keen eye over her options to select one of an appropriate size and heft for her slight frame.

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Raelyn arrives!

I feel like we're two stoners, two loners
Who keep on forgetting everything they've said

Raelyn