It's a beautiful thing

Swentzle Byström · 12-12-2011, 03:46 PM

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Swentzle followed Fovea through the Dampwoods to a large field, in which he soon found a deer--a doe, if he wasn't mistaken--lying, dead, on the grass. He nudged it a few times with his staff, just to be sure, and then used the walking stick to lift it a bit, slipping an arm beneath it and lifting it slightly onto his shoulders. It was rather heavy, but not so much so that he could not carry it back to camp; he only needed to stop for a few moments every now and then as he made his way back, the weight of the doe making his shoulders sag. He used the staff to pull himself along, and when he finally reached the clearing where his small campsite was held, he rolled the deer off his shoulders and dropped it beside the fire, straightening and stretching his back with a small series of pops.

"She managed to bring down a deer. A very lucky day, indeed." He said, and left it there for a moment to check on Irinei, careful not to trip over Trigger, who lay beside him. "Did he wake?" Swentzle asked the young boy as he lay a hand over the male's mouth and nose, making sure he was still breathing. He would have checked his injuries as well, but the leg was still quite mangled, and he didn't want to give either of the younger men nightmares. He brushed a hand over the furs on the man's chest, instead, pressing down gently, and waiting a moment for a response. There was none; with a satisfied nod, he stood and returned to the fire, going first to the wagon to search for a skinning knife. He would only take a side of the meat, he decided; that would save less work and allow them to eat more quickly. Pulling the bone-handled, stone-bladed knife from a bag, he returned to the deer, and began the work of preparing their breakfast.

As he worked, he swiveled an ear toward the older boy, and said, "Will you be accompanying me north, then, my friends? Or shall we be parting ways?" He had other supplies he could spare, if that was so; he was sure they wouldn't mind some herbs of some kind, especially the pain-easing Aloe. And Swentzle wanted to do something more for these boys, even if he didn't quite understand why.

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