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[curseshit]

Moss, moss, everywhere. Luckily the terrain is getting smoother, no more sharp rocks underneath the green moss, waiting to break your ankles. The forest looks like no one has been here for ages. No B&B for you. The good news is that the animals don't fear humans and you should have no problem catching yourself some dinner.

[ mission: camp, try not to die, etc. ]

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[wolfsoul]

[ nuuht fair he wants a bow too. takes the gun off his belt and looks at hel. where did you come from. ]

... Why do I have a feeling I might want to save the bullets?

[ maybe he could help by setting up traps. he's good at those. ]

[crotchbite]

[ she should be asking you. who the fuck. didn't we just pick up a crazy teen ]

Because you might want to save the bullet. [ like. duh. ] Who are you?

[wolfsoul]

[ if the trolls and giants in this world are half as nasty as in the enchanted forest he sure as hell won't waste any bullets. ]

Graham.

Perhaps I can help you and do my share? I'd like to go where you're headed.

[crotchbite]

[ glances at daryl who has probably already started moving along to keep on hunting and then back to him ]

You don't have a weapon to hunt. [ you can't really help without it ] So, you're-- [ grimaces a little ] --one of us?

[wolfsoul]

[ t-that's pushing it. ]

I just got here, don't know half of your names...

I'm really good at tracking though.

[crotchbite]

[ hey buddy she likes it less than you ]

Then track back to camp. [ turns from him and goes to follow daryl to get them dinner ]

[wolfsoul]

[ you lady are a piece of work. walks after her. ]

You're not even going to give me a chance?

[crotchbite]

No.

[ doesn't even look at him, just keeps watch to their surroundings. daryl probably caught something already. you're distracting her, lucky charms. ]

[wolfsoul]

[ rude. ]

[ he could be really useful if you just Let him. what a waste. ]

[ he'll just go by himself then. ]

[crotchbite]

[ he's gonna slip on the moss and die ]

[wolfsoul]

[ that's not gonna happen. ]

[ he'll shed a tear and come back with a fat deer. and not a single bullet was wasted. ]

[crotchbite]

[




is he another one of those freaks of nature. ]

[wolfsoul]

[ no he's just really good at this. ]

[ sets the deer down when he gets back to the camp but doesn't look too happy about it. sorry you had to die. :( ]

[crotchbite]

[ did he hunt a deer with his bare hands. that's very werewolfy.

dumps some fat birds on the pile of meat and wipes her crossbow bolts on a rag, eyeing him suspiciously ]

Graham, uh?

[wolfsoul]

[ no he made a trap and used a knife. he's not that hardcore. ]

Care to learn it now?

[ somehow bitter. watch how you treat those birds. they were once beautiful, living, sensitive creatures. :( ]

[crotchbite]

[ you really picked the wrong girl to be sensitive with. ]

Not particularly, princess. [ daryl is also a pretty good hunter so don't get sassy ]

[wolfsoul]

[ well excuse me i didn't know you were allergic to emotions. ]

I'll just get on with it, shall I?

[ doesn't wait for an answer and goes to get water so he can start preparing the meat. ]

[crotchbite]

[ she's allergic to you already.

yeah you make yourself useful. watches him go while she peels off the leather gloves. another mouth to feed. at least he's not a bitchy teenager ]