[It had been like a nightmare, when the bear rampaged through. Two of their coops had been knocked over, one smashed all to hell. They'd lost more than a few birds in the mess too.]
[Virgil didn't know where he'd come from or why he'd chosen to run across their territory, but the werebear had done some damage. Quite a lot.]
[Damien was absolutely irate, his mother and sisters close behind. Virgil was more frightened than anything, but he knew he needed to fix it before things got a lot worse.]
[He shouldered on his coat, hating the late winter cold. He may have been built for it- werewolf and all- but that didn't mean he appreciated it. He's huddled deep into his heavy clothing when he goes out, sniffing at the crisp air and searching out the scent of the werebear and heading in his direction.]
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[Virgil didn't know where he'd come from or why he'd chosen to run across their territory, but the werebear had done some damage. Quite a lot.]
[Damien was absolutely irate, his mother and sisters close behind. Virgil was more frightened than anything, but he knew he needed to fix it before things got a lot worse.]
[He shouldered on his coat, hating the late winter cold. He may have been built for it- werewolf and all- but that didn't mean he appreciated it. He's huddled deep into his heavy clothing when he goes out, sniffing at the crisp air and searching out the scent of the werebear and heading in his direction.]