stone deer

Rain was pretty frequent in this new land she now called home, well temporary home sounded better. Herself wasnt too used this amount of rain, almost everyday a heavy rain fell over, soaking her wet. Iga wasnt this humid, more around the medium intensity. But as a samurai, she knew she had to get used and adapt to this new climate. To perhaps learn new tactics for the situation in which she may could fight in this conditions. But fighting today wasnt on the list of duties she was planning on doing. Hunting had been as important out lately. She had put on herself the task of feeding her fellow travelers. Using her own skills and weapons to do so.

Ears turning around, nose tracking and eyes fixated into the surroundings, lurking for anything she could kill for food. But as she made her way, she found someone there. Name yet to learn but certainly part of her group. "Need some help?" She stepped beside him, eyeing the deer.

"The talking"