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	The group set to work as their introductions came to a close. Samuel found himself the resident expert on all things to do with tent building, with Robert not being all too shabby either. The older boy even showed off a large tent he’d ported with Duncan’s car, that could house all of them comfortably if need be. While Sam assisted untangling Duncan’s slight disaster, (the overeager trooper had been trying to build it inside out) Robert, Atlas and the girls joined forces to construct the large super-tent. There was a healthy amount of laughter and a lot of fooling around, but they managed to finish the project in good time, even finding an extra minute to finish Sam’s half complete fire pit in-between the three tents. When the final stake hammering, and tie down knotting had been successfully achieved Sam stepped back to admire their handiwork.

	The tents had been arranged in an imperfect circular fashion around the fire pit, with the largest facing towards the lake, and the smaller two angled opposite of it. There was more than enough space for all of them in just one, but Sam saw no harm in the extra privacy if someone wanted it. Duncan could take up an entire tent on his own if he stretched out after all. Meanwhile, unnoticed by Samuel the chocolate lab Jake sat still for once, staring attentively off into the forest, where the trees grew thickest by the lake. The dog whined softly, perking his ears forward, as if something unheard was calling his name far away. His large pink tongue lagged out of his jowls and his doleful eyes scanned the horizon like a sentry on post.

	[color=a36209]“Let’s throw our bags in the tents for right now.” [/color]Sam was saying, he dug around inside the crate full of food, showing the many canvas bags and ropes to the others. [color=a36209]“You’ve seen these before right Rob? Bear bags, to throw into the trees in case any sniff out our food and come along for a taste. You and the Dunk can probably get them up where they need to be. I made sure to color code them so we always knew what we were getting.”[/color] Sam picked up a green bag and rope, twirling it like a cowboy would a lasso. Cans clunked inside, and it sounded like something squelched. [color=a36209]“Canned food and pudding packets, hmm. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to put those two together… Oh well, c’mon this tree looks high enough, we’ll line them up there along that branch.”[/color] Stepping clear so that the two teenagers to could do this final task, (mostly to ensure he wasn’t struck by a wayward bear bag) Sam winked slyly at the girls. Pulling his button-down shirt off over his head and tossing it into one of the tents, Sam snatched up the fishing poles, scampering barefoot down the grassy slope towards the lake, yelling animatedly over his shoulders at the others. 

	[color=a36209]“Haha, last one to the water is a dried up booger. WHOOP, WOOT!” [/color][/color]