Crab glanced at Marsh, slightly annoyed that she had to put up with these Night Crawlers. Moving slightly to get a better view of the hatchlings, she squinted through the dark of the night. The hatchlings- she didn't really care what tribe- were definitely in danger. Crab didn't trust most dragons as far as she could throw them, and trusted the Night Crawlers she and Marsh were with even less.
David navigates his path through the branches to his usual sleeping spot, a shallow hole in the area where two tree limbs connected with the tree. Leaping into it with practiced pricision, he quickly pulled a large leaf he used as a blanket over his head to protect himself from the searching eyes of dragons.
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Onomatopoeia To The Rescue!
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