[wren]

For the most part, he had nothing to do. He’d been a part of the reconstruction but only briefly as he’d escaped to gather moss. He wasn’t all that fond of hard labour anyways. Patrols had then always been his go too, to avoid that hard labour, but there was another problem that emerged. Meeting and talking to clanmates on patrols. He wasn’t sociable, in fact he was quite the opposite and enjoyed simply not talking to anybody outside of his bubble. And his bubble consisted of himself... says a lot doesn’t it? But instead of finishing up those renovations he could submit himself to a little bit of socializing couldn’t he? Wouldn’t hurt too bad.

Hogsnout padded his way to the group and plopped down not expecting Dawn to be right on top of assigning patrols quite yet. ”im here” he murmured basically to himself, a sort of encouragement to his own soul.