"Actually...it was unusually...not." Donatello frowned. "I mean, I did see someone die as I was retreating, but...the way everything was scattered about, so I think it made it less difficult to get something this time."
Which didn't make that bad feeling of wrongness go away. But it was probably better not to alarm either Lottie or...whatever Lottie's new friend was. Furry spider guy?
In any case. He opens the bag and begins to shift through it. The folding knife he put in his pocket, though not before checking it out to make sure it worked. There was also a long, long rope, which surprised him a little. And then there was the food.
Salted jerky. Dehydrated pears. Don's eyes narrowed as he turned the two food items over, examining them. This was still not helping how he was feeling. What the shell? Why didn't we get canned food like the other two Arenas?
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Which didn't make that bad feeling of wrongness go away. But it was probably better not to alarm either Lottie or...whatever Lottie's new friend was. Furry spider guy?
In any case. He opens the bag and begins to shift through it. The folding knife he put in his pocket, though not before checking it out to make sure it worked. There was also a long, long rope, which surprised him a little. And then there was the food.
Salted jerky. Dehydrated pears. Don's eyes narrowed as he turned the two food items over, examining them. This was still not helping how he was feeling. What the shell? Why didn't we get canned food like the other two Arenas?