The Preserve, Thursday Evening

The smart thing would probably have been to wait until tomorrow morning before trekking out into the preserve as it grew dark. Not that Octavia cared about that kind of thing. She knew this preserve in particular, and how to move around the woods at any time of day in general and anyway, they had flashlights.

And they'd already been making their way through the trees for a while, now, carrying all their assorted camping gear.

"We're almost there."

It wasn't going to be the same spot they'd camped at last time. For... more than one reason, really.

[ooc: For the snogon!]