| |
|
"Not really but, sure." He says, starting to walk on. |
|
|
| |
|
"Hey, I do help though." She said, poking him and taking his hand |
|  |
|
| |
|
"You're not wrong, you're not wrong." He confessed, taking her hand. |
|
|
| |
|
Kayla just followed with a smile |
| |
|
| |
|
(ideas?) Gale kept walking, the wolf prancing beside them. |
|
|
| |
|
idk....Hunter succeeds in getting Kayla while they're sleeping?) Kayla smiled at the wolf and followed |
| |
|
| |
|
(yes) Gale eventually stopped, making a small camp. |
|
|
| |
|
sorry, helped a goat thru labor. Don't ask.) Kayla sat down, leaning against a tree |
| |
|
| |
|
(dont think i want to) Gale reached into his pocket and pulled out a vile, something to help him sleep. "This stuff is great, knocks you out cold for a few hours." |
|
|
| |
|
Kayla slightly hummed, closing her eyes and beginning to drift off |
| |
|
Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
