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*waves*
Word Count: 363. Worth 2 points.
Hanna scratched her belly, her ears laid back in confusion. For some unknown reason, the femme had been finding herself hungry constantly, no matter what time of day it was nor whether she was active or sleeping. The woman had been raiding the storehouse regularly, and had been making plans to replenish what she had taken. Just after the noontide hour, Hanna had made good on those plans, using Tobias, her red-tailed hawk, to cull two sickly members of a whitetail herd, and then brought them as far as the far outlying parts of the village to dress. She had skinned and carved the meat and began bringing the juicy red stuff further in so she could smoke some of it - for her own cabin, devoid now of meat as Revian was well and on his own - and bring the most of it to the storehouse, raw.
As she approached the storage area, Hanna's eyes were trained on the ground. She wasn't really paying attention; she knew where she was going and her feet carried her there automatically. She stopped short as two voices in front of her sounded. She had not heard what was said, but she recognized one of the figures. It was Revian, and he was looking good, his leg healed and moving well. The other was a silvery woman Hanna had not seen before, and she nodded her head in greeting to the pair of wolves, addressing the man first. "Hello, Revian. Hello, Miss, I don't think we've met before. I'm Hanna."
Given the positions of the others before her, Hanna would have bet that one or both were retrieving meat from the stores. She glanced at the snowy woman again; she looked a bit gaunt, as though she had not eaten much recently. Hanna had been through those times as a loner, though Tobias helped with that by bringing her small prey when there was any to be found and when he was successful himself. She smiled and extended some of the venison she had brought to contribute. "Either of you hungry?" What they did not eat now, Hanna would put in the shed, she decided.
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