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Week Twelve - Friday
Who: Shepherd, the RR that joined him, and Open to Twin Feathers
When: Week 12: Around 10 in the morning on Friday
Where: Just entering Twin Feather territory
What: Looking for Gypsy
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress


Shepherd had gathered those going with him and they had floated down river till they reached Twin feather territory or specifically where the River crossed Cabin Creek road. From all he had heard it was the easiest way into the Twin Feather territory. Once he had packed up his new bag with a few things he thought he might need they had headed out. This excursion was good for him to learn the area better. He knew Sundance well due to his brother having lived here but things were different and that was before the virus. Bright blue eyes scanned the area taking in landmarks and being perspective of his surroundings. You learned early as a drifter that you had no friends which meant anyone would beat you over the head for something. He had heard the Twin Feathers were a peaceful sort but that wouldn't stop them from protecting what was theirs.

The weather out was nice. Shepherd had learned to appreciate weather long ago when he didn't need to be bundled up and wondering if he would loose a finger. Though the thought of fingers caused two of his own to twitch in the ties the kept them straight so they could properly heal from their broken state. Though they ached a good deal at times it was well worth the outcome.

His simple worn T-shirt fit to his lean torso rather well and his jeans, while belted, were a size too big but thankfully were long enough. Finding clothes that didn't make you look ridiculous in times like this were usually pretty hard not to mention clothes that would stand up to wear and tare. He pulled his glasses from the top of his nose and cleaned them up on the bottom hem of his shirt before depositing them back on his face and continued to walk on.