Belvadair can resort to any rating

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Clear and sunny? While not overly baking him like bread? Belvadair took the chance to be out and about. Dark paws padded lightly against the snow. He had sulked in the little bits of cover where he could. But he quite enjoyed not dying in the sun today.

A painful bleat caught his ears.

His amber gaze darted to the sudden disturbance. In the horizon, he saw it. One of their own chasing an injured deer. Belvadair winced, a slight bare of teeth. He could only reflect back on the.. sheer pain of the snake bite. Ouch.

However,

It took no time before the golden scout to sprint for it. A ball of darkness that beat heavy against the snow. His goal was simple. Be hasty enough to assist his own.

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