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Gale started his silent process of tracking, finding tracks and following them. |
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A stag eventually walked out in front of them, seeming close enough to stab. "Take it," He mutterd to her |
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She did so, taking down the creature easily |
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"Good one," He murmrued, making it into a pack to sling over his shoulder. |
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She smiled a bit at him, drowning in her thoughts as she followed him |
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Gale silently processed the deer, cooking some over the fire. |
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Kayla just sat over to the side, zoning out as guilt and grief came in waves |
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Gale let the fire consume his gaze as he drifted into his mind, it screaming at him. |
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She eventually fell asleep without eating, a nightmare consuming her as she screamed. Eventually, she started screaming and sobbing in her sleep aloud |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
