Amourer in the Making

Orca hadn’t waited long, Song came out to help with the deer, but Orca barely had the energy to get up let alone help drag it. Her companion remained where he was- unwilling to move the few feet just to be closer to Orca. He was exhausted too. When Song looked at her, speaking with a chuckle, the youth managed an awkward grin. “It’s armor.” She explained shortly, before looking at it again, “well…I hope it will be.” She backpedalled, looking at it again. The drag to the boat had been hard, not just on her and her companion, but hopefully the small tears and mud wouldn’t affect its usefulness too much.

“It took us all night to get it here. Is it useable?” She asked, looking from the carcass to Song once more. He’d mentioned previously that anything was better than nothing and to her it didn’t seem in terrible condition plus it could be good meat for the pack to eat on before the stupid raids.