Literature
Cub Scout Diaries: Forest Rescue
(Part 1)
A serene atmosphere surrounded Jojato and Jolin as they paced through the forest, gathering sticks and leaves to fuel the campfire at their base camp. The featherdasher couldn't help but gawk at the pristine beauty of nature, but the Tigris cub was quick to keep his partner focused on the task at hand."You're taking this too seriously," Jolin told the tigerfolk. "You need to stop and smell the flowers.""It's how I was raised," Jojato retorted in explanation. "Every task is a training exercise to a Tigris. We always seek to keep our minds and bodies fit for combat, and that means a minimum of slacking off.""Didn't you join the Cub Scouts to break away from all that?" the featherdasher shot back. "I remember you saying when you joined that you wanted to learn about..."Jolin trailed off as she seemed to notice something over Jojato's shoulder, and turning to look, he was quick to spot what. An unidentifiable discolored shape, looking anything but natural, decorated one of the