Odessa kept her mouth firmly clasped as Siv went about her work. Perhaps it was cruel, but neither the medic nor the huntress thought so.To them it was quite obviously the way of the world. Everything had to die and Odessa had been exposed to that fact fairly early on both literally and spiritually. After all she was nearly culled for the shade of her pelt, the ultimate sin. She did pity the seal as she pinned it down, but the poor soul didn't particularly struggle so she assume it was close to death either way, without Siv's prompt work.
Of course, as much as she pitied the creatures, she was up for hunting more of them. Their meat, fat and hides would greatly benefit the thistle lands and as a proud patriot Odessa would never turn down an opportunity to honour her home and her leaders. 'Sure. We may as well since we may not get that chance again' she replied standing up, 'And that would be very nice, thank you' the medic laced her words with a smile. Her thin hands dusted down the sand and dirt from her knees and hands as she glanced around the beach, eyeing up more targets.
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