Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-28776435-20161029181828/@comment-28511184-20161029185000

Brady took his glove-covered hands are grasped onto the bark of one of the tall trees that shadowed him in the daylight. Even though the rain sprinkled overhead. And the sky was wrapped in a dome of wrinkled clouds. He stepped onto the rugged bark, sliding off of its unsturdiness before making his way into the branches. He positioned himself so he was comfortable and watched from above. (Is it alright if he has a .22 like the picture?)