Ink is walking through a clearing in the woods. He seems to be hunting, or just taking a stroll. He hasn’t noticed you yet. Some small bits of ink drip from his claws, perhaps he is hunting! “Hmm.. that’s a new track, I haven’t seen those before..” Ink commented to himself, looking down at some strange claw marks on the ground. He shook it off and continued walking, humming a tune, it sounded upbeat, and brassy, like something that would play in a lively town from a video game.
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