Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-24701913-20160117214806

Aigren was doing his usual thing, sitting by the dwindling fire as he began to inspect the traps he hadn't placed out during the day. Making sure they were still going to work when the tribe began to migrate to the south for the winter. His tribe camped deep within the forests, where beasts often avoid going, as the trees would likely go through their feet if they weren't careful.

He didn't have his own place to sleep within the tribe, and much preferred it that way. Finding comfort in whatever tree or ditch was within the tribe's borders. Even when he slept, he refused to take his mask off.