Whittle Away the Time We Have

They crunched through the snowy forest towards the direction of elk. She ensured she was taking in the scent, familiarising herself with it. What other factors were important about hunting the creatures? Likely being quiet, though Alastor seemed happy enough for the moment with speaking.

He explained that he had travelled recently to Boreas in search of someone. That was… the exact opposite of her story, who had come here to get away. To run, flee, escape. She swallowed the thought before her heart rate could pick up again. That was in the past, and every day free proved she had left that behind.

“Was it a girl?” she asked with more genuine curiosity. In stories, it was always about a girl. “I’m pretty new to this place as well. I needed… a change” she wasn’t going to tell him that there was someone out there that would reward him handsomely for her return. Some foolishness was even beyond her.

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