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WC: 200+ located somewhere in between CD and Aniwaya
The pale huntress had been successful today, a deer had carelessly happened upon her path. She was quick to respond with her bow and it had only been minutes since she started to dress the deer. The delightful stench of its insides apparent through out the air. She had a lot on her mind lately; her mate had been slightly suspicious of her hunting trips. She was close to her pack, returning from such a trip. Her search had been unsuccessful so far. The loner males must be further North. She had pondered as her skinning knife sliced through the thick skin of the doe. She had said the hunter’s prayer before she expelled the entrails and now she was slicing a portion as it was the way of her pack to leave an offering to the life around. She pondered dressing the deer further but figured she was close enough to her pack to just carry it home. She was just about to toss the corpse over her shoulders but she heard a rustling in the trees. She carefully stood flipping her bloodied knife into throwing position. Who goes there? She sniffed the air she faced downwind as she couldn’t smell anything. She readied herself for anything as the approach of someone not prey or pest was near.
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