03-24-2010, 08:51 PM
I hear some one scream bloody murder, making me roll off the couch and into a defensive stance, a knife in my hand. Looking around I see it was Claira. Sheathing my knife I mutter something about waking the whole clan up. "What's the matter?" taking in her haggard appearance I get a little concerned.
Many times lost, many times found again.
