There was a rustling at the entrance of the material tent. It came from a plate sized paw, cream and orange marked, that oozed itself through a crack in the fabric and worked the flaps open. A nose poked in afterwards, followed by a great furry hulk otherwise known as Darby, who sailed in with her tail swishing eagerly about. She paused to look back out of the tent.
"You coming, Cain? Coast's clear!"
With a sigh the boy shuffled in after her. Why couldn't they go in the main tents like everyone else? They probably weren't allowed in here. But she wouldn't listen. She started to root around in the boxes lining the walls of the tent and made a noise of dismay. "They put all the food in boxes. BOXES! You don't do that to good food...hey, you've got hands, don't you? Maybe..."
At her thoughtful glance Cain took a step back. He was NOT going to be a part of this!
{
Darby and
Cain}
