Bit by Bit

Orca was still upset over them agreeing to fight Abaven, their friends; she’d practically stormed off from the meeting and afterwards had spent the night dragging a deer back to Song to make some armor. Orca did not want to fight anyone in Abaven, most of all Beat, but she also wanted to go maybe just to see it for herself. There was little reason for her not to trust her father at his word, but Orca couldn’t help but feel unsettled by his announcement at the meeting. She needed to be present, even if it meant fighting her friends….if she even fought them.

Orca wandered through the forest, not caring to wipe the blood from her pelt as she did so. The blood was not hers; to the contrary, it was from the deer. She’d worked with Song tirelessly to make it perfect for her to wear, and she couldn’t wait for it to be cured and dried out for her to actually wear. As she was walking, the familiar form of her dad would come into view and the youth would stop, ears falling back momentarily. Her companion on the other hand, did not stop, only gave a shake of his head and continued on his way. Huffing softly, she followed, closing the gap between her and her father, as she neared, she’d woof softly, to announce her and Knox’s presence. Orca watched him curiously, noting the objects he was collecting. What were they for?