[River watches as Cassian works, his brow furrowing every time the raven seems to struggle with the idea of jerky. Still, off the bird goes, disappearing as a sliver of dark on the horizon. Not that there's much of a horizon to see with all the rain.
He can only hope that this map can help even just one person.
As River rests back on his haunches, Cassian speaks and River assumes he's referring to the druffalo jerky pack still held in his hand. River scoops out a few bites worth and hands them over.]
I know it's not a birthday cake, but it's what we have.
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He can only hope that this map can help even just one person.
As River rests back on his haunches, Cassian speaks and River assumes he's referring to the druffalo jerky pack still held in his hand. River scoops out a few bites worth and hands them over.]
I know it's not a birthday cake, but it's what we have.