Nobody's three tails wag in unison, kicking up small dust clouds behind them. As they survey the enclosed yard, they notice the Mechanic leaning over the work table, fiddling with an assortment of cogs and wires. The metal canister catches the glint of the sun near the large water containers, largely unguarded and unattended. Nobody's keen senses are alert for any movements or unusual sounds in the outpost or coming from the desert beyond the wire fence.

taken in #outpost