Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191014001948/@comment-5543592-20191021184230

Harriot's footsteps were soft on the grass, wet with the night dew.

The Crow Tribe tumbled into her vision, with it's wrecked building and structures. What had once been a long house dominated the village center, it was unclear what everything else had been.

It was dark, and as she had run the sky had become overcast. Without the stars and moon, it was near impossible to see.