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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. ]

Comments

[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 ]