Whack-A-What?

Áskell fidgeted constantly in the travois. He was anxious and ready to start hunting and it was taking soooooo long to get there. "Daaaad… how much longer! I gotta pee!" He fidgeted some more, sticking his head over the edge of the travois to watch the scenery go by. He was sitting on top of the rabbit-skin quilt as the noon day sun was making everything warm.

Finally, the arrived and Áskell bounded off the travois and scrambled up to the oak tree where he promptly relieved himself before dashing back to Harbringr. "Ok, I'm ready! Where are the prairie dogs?" He couldn't wait to catch and shake one of the furry little beasts and make his father proud.