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The sun had started to rise over the wetlands; tinting the tall grass and murky water with a reddish-orange glow. The muddy river bank was covered in dozens of alligators lazily sprawled about, mouths agape as they waited for sun to warm their thick hides. Iggy and Craw paid them no mind, stepping around or over gators as they walked down the bank, side by side. A few plastic buckets tied with string were draped over Craw’s back, similar to horse saddle bags. ...

Severe storms had ravaged the islands for the past few days. Not even the off-shore wreck of the cargo ship that Steelwater Flock called home was spared. Galia strutted through the hold; flinching whenever she heard the hull creak as howling winds rocked the boat. There was a weirdly organised chaos below deck, plenty of the flock swooping in and out, fetching scrap materials for repairs. The Bosuns and Bulwarks formed a chain of communication up the main corrid...

A harsh blizzard had hit the mountains. Lost near the peaks was absolutely the last situation Nimbus wanted to be in, but there he was. Food was scarce this time of year and he had taken the chance to scale the mountain in search of food, despite feeling the minute changes in the atmosphere that hinted at an approaching blizzard. Up here, he did manage to bring down a moose as the snow started to get dangerously heavy. He rushed to gullet down most of the carcas...