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Day Twenty-Eight: Raided
The day is slightly overcast and a little cooler, the cloud cover and the temperature decrease to approximately 22C (72F) bringing relief for those who got a little too much sun the day before. The water is a comfortable temperature for bathing or fishing, and it seems as if it will be another idyllic day until late morning.
That is when a pack of eight wild dogs swim across the lake and invade camp. They are vicious, slat-thin creatures with their skin drawn tightly over their ribs, bearing a resemblance to ordinary dogs in some respects-- in the same way Aaron's feral cats resemble their tamer relatives-- except with larger paws with extra toes, pointed, furless ears like a boxer's and unusual colorations and patterns to their hides. The animals instantly wreak havoc, snarling at any human they happen to encounter, eating any food that has been left near the fire in pots or hung to dry, attempting to get at the pesks in their cages, snatching any loose items out of lean-tos that they can and then spreading out to invade Bazzer's tannery to play tug of war with any skins they might get hold of. Something will have to be done, because if left unchecked the animals could bite or maul the children or anyone without weapons to defend themselves.
When evening falls, there's a distant meteor shower; however, none of the rocks which caused so much trouble the last time lands anywhere near the island or the grassland immediately near it.
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That is when a pack of eight wild dogs swim across the lake and invade camp. They are vicious, slat-thin creatures with their skin drawn tightly over their ribs, bearing a resemblance to ordinary dogs in some respects-- in the same way Aaron's feral cats resemble their tamer relatives-- except with larger paws with extra toes, pointed, furless ears like a boxer's and unusual colorations and patterns to their hides. The animals instantly wreak havoc, snarling at any human they happen to encounter, eating any food that has been left near the fire in pots or hung to dry, attempting to get at the pesks in their cages, snatching any loose items out of lean-tos that they can and then spreading out to invade Bazzer's tannery to play tug of war with any skins they might get hold of. Something will have to be done, because if left unchecked the animals could bite or maul the children or anyone without weapons to defend themselves.
When evening falls, there's a distant meteor shower; however, none of the rocks which caused so much trouble the last time lands anywhere near the island or the grassland immediately near it.
( Mod Notes - Please Read )