Peregrine's crouched up the underside of the bleachers, in the dirt. She looks even more of a mess than on Sunday, but she may be excused for that, considering...everything. Her emergency supplies backpack's sits next to her, and one of her nice knives from her deer-skinning kit— well, that's where the clanging was coming from, she seems to be banging it against the bleacher, as if she's trying to dig with it.
That stops, of course, when she hears her name. Suddenly, she's still. Frozen there. ]
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Peregrine's crouched up the underside of the bleachers, in the dirt. She looks even more of a mess than on Sunday, but she may be excused for that, considering...everything. Her emergency supplies backpack's sits next to her, and one of her nice knives from her deer-skinning kit— well, that's where the clanging was coming from, she seems to be banging it against the bleacher, as if she's trying to dig with it.
That stops, of course, when she hears her name. Suddenly, she's still. Frozen there. ]
Why...are you here?
[ She doesn't sound angry. Just cautious. ]