I Am The Hunter... Or Not.

Now that Beat was back in the world of the living and was no longer a sad, dejected wraith, it was time to pull his weight. It was funny how quickly his whole outlook on life had changed. With his curse freezing and dying in the north, the young man was now free. He felt weightless. It was a miracle. It was magic. He was embracing it.

Spindle-like legs took the child to the plains. He was bound and determined to learn how to hunt. He would learn to hunt and he would learn to fight so that he could protect Twig. She had worked so hard to keep Beat and his brother's safe. It was time that she had someone keep her safe. He would be that someone.

For hours it seemed like the boy was just running back and forth after deer. The hoofed animals made it into a game, staying just out of his clumsy reach as he gave chase. Beat lacked so much skill... he was like a newborn pup chasing a puma. Eventually, he gave up, throwing himself to the ground and burying his face in his crossed arms. He was hopeless.

"Chatting." & 'Thinking'