" I don't like drawing them in like that, if we can't sneak up for the kill, then it isn't fair. Worst case senerio ill dig up some Rodin root for stew. (Like potatoes)
" I don't like drawing them in like that, if we can't sneak up for the kill, then it isn't fair. Worst case senerio ill dig up some Rodin root for stew. (Like potatoes)
" im down for the deer." He ran his fingers through his dark curly hair." We will have to hurry though, it will be dark soon and the woods here at night has been strange after dark. There have been earth trimmers." his brow furrowed and he looked a bit concerned.
Meranda looked out across the desert. Her lips were dry and swollen. Her face was dirty and her hair knotted. She looked down at the satchel she was carrying. In it lay several rusted pans and pot with a crack in it. "Worthless junk." she muttered and threw it over her shoulder. She headed back...
" I'm here to hunt. Lets head for the deer." he turned and swiped his hand along a tree as he passed. "This trail is an old one. Lets head toward the hills."