Whittle Away the Time We Have
Seraphina
Defender
Bloodletter
04-18-2021, 11:37 PM
Like a record scratch, Sera abruptly stopped and diverted their path back into the woods, drawing an amused laugh from Alastor while they made their way back to their original meeting spot. Only once they arrived did he begin to realize the dilemma the little huntress was facing. How was she going to carry all of her prizes back home? Al stood off to the side, watching her work out the problem on her own. He wasn't going to interfere with her hunt. This was all still part of it, after all; the hunt didn't end when the prey fell, it ended when the spoils were brought back home. She was figuring that out now and he would let her learn on her own unless she asked for his help. But to his great delight, she managed to work it out on her own, skewering the rabbit like a kabob and walking off with it hanging from the end of the antlers like a macabre decoration. The sight was enough to pull another laugh from Alastor, reveling in the dark humor.
They began their trek out of the woods and south around the mountain range she had pointed out earlier. However, as was the curse of winter, the shortened cloudy day began to drift into darker, colder night. He didn't know how far away her pack was, but judging by the concerned looks she was giving the sky, he hazarded a guess that they weren't going to make it in one go. They would need to find some shelter though; the northern nights were unforgiving in the extended winter. Alastor's first thought was to find a cave or den, somewhere with enough space where she could get her distance from him and relax without fear of frostbite or exposure to the elements.
Sera's words caught his attention—but not for the reason he had expected. What had she just called him? Forehead furrowing in confusion, he tilted his head like a puppy seeing something new for the first time and fixed her with a befuddled stare. Did she call him Alice, or did she say Alas again? He couldn't discern, since they both sounded so similar, so he let it pass this time. She was right, however; they were losing daylight fast. The temperature would be following the setting sun close after, and they would need to be set up for the night before that happened.
"Got a plan for how to survive the night, little huntress?" he asked, deferring the choice to her as the de facto leader of this hunt. Would she choose to seek out already existing shelter nearby, or would she want to set up a makeshift campsite for the evening?
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