[That's a good haul, Terra. At least, he thinks they're a good haul. Whatever those things are...
In return for his question, Terra will put one of his newly learned hand signals to good use: Not sure .
There isn't any immediate danger that he can see, but it's worth getting up and moving to the edge of their camp to investigate. Vanguard starts to wander after him, but Bee reassures him and motions for him to tend to the food. With a certain amount of reluctance, he obliges Bee, though his eyes are more on Bee than what he's cooking.
Bumblebee steps up over the slight incline in the earth that outlines their makeshift camp.
His wanderings will take him to the edge of the treeline where he'll pause, brows rising in surprise and interest.
From this new angle, he'll see a rather large swath cut through the foliage. He kneels down to inspect the earth more closely. Not cut... but trampled? It's as if either a large digimon, or at least a herd of them, have trampled their way through the forest recently. In a hurry.]
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In return for his question, Terra will put one of his newly learned hand signals to good use: Not sure .
There isn't any immediate danger that he can see, but it's worth getting up and moving to the edge of their camp to investigate. Vanguard starts to wander after him, but Bee reassures him and motions for him to tend to the food. With a certain amount of reluctance, he obliges Bee, though his eyes are more on Bee than what he's cooking.
Bumblebee steps up over the slight incline in the earth that outlines their makeshift camp.
His wanderings will take him to the edge of the treeline where he'll pause, brows rising in surprise and interest.
From this new angle, he'll see a rather large swath cut through the foliage. He kneels down to inspect the earth more closely. Not cut... but trampled? It's as if either a large digimon, or at least a herd of them, have trampled their way through the forest recently. In a hurry.]