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"Hm,see if you can find a elk.I think your ready for one of them.It's my week to supply camp so,I might veer off to try and find a bull or two." He whispers,crouching down in one of his popular hunting areas,already had shot a fox for Varys. |
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Kayla nodded, still thinking and walked off in a different direction |
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Gale sighed,turning onto a different path with Varys behind him.He sent the wolf forward,him pointing in a direction of a bull.Gale nodded,heading that way. |
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Kayla kept walking before coming to a field with older tracks in the dirt. She crouched in a hidden spot before waiting for an elk |
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He climbed up a tree,hiding and waiting for a bull to walk out.A massive bull walked out,and he almost gasped.Varys darted out of the shadows,barking and snapping at it before cornering it.Gale pulled the bow back,but the bull was too quick.It darted forward,one of its legs landing on Varys.The wolf tumbled and whined,geting up and running after it again. |
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Once she saw an elk begin to graze while walking across, she loaded the bow. She pulled it back, aiming, before firing and it dying. She stood and walked to it with a small smile. She liked hunting, but it was different without Gale beside her. She began dragging the elk back to camp |
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"Shit."He muttered,jumping out of the tree and following Varys.The bull bleated,Varys jumping onto its back and biting under its neck.Gale saw the opprotunity,running forward and grabbing the elks horns as he had done so many times.He drove it into the ground,shoving a arrow through its head.It died quickly,Varys letting go.Gale's chest heaved as he stood,retracting the arrow. "God I hate hunting sometimes." He said,grabbing its horns and starting to drag it back. |
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Upon reaching camp, Kayla began parting out the elk while waiting for Gale |
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He arrived back at camp,still dragging the bull in.Gale had some scratches from the tackle and run,but it was nothing at this point.He looked around,not spotting Kayla and dragging it over to the kitchens,starting to gut it there. |
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Once the elk was done, she looked around for gale |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
