Digging a hole to china

The kid accepts her words on the use of sticks and a fleeting smile passes over her scarred lips. Something tells Tove that he is going to try using stakes the next time he goes hunting. Ah, the joy of being so young again. When your follies are helping you learn. They go back to working and she grunts out her name, the tall boy giving his own and she dips her head in a respectful greeting. She shows him the depth that the pit should be before moving toward the center, as the scooped-out dirt lines the edges of their trap.

As Tove tells Mitros about her scars, a wide grin spreads across the youth’s face and her eyebrows shoot up. His interest and question catches the scarred woman off guard and she barks out a rough laugh while shaking her head slightly. If only it was that easy and not the painful a story it is. But… since she lived… that counts as winning right? Duel-toned eyes spark with mirth as she looks to the blue boy and rumbles out, “Oh yeah.” A wink is given to him before she returns to finishing to dig the trap.

Once satisfied, Tove leaps out of their pit and walks to where the piled dirt is. Carefully she begins to start to spreading it out and looks to Mitros, saying, “Hide. Make it look normal.” A wince pulls at her features as her throat aches from talking so much but she still wants to show the young, eager boy how to hunt. She brings branches, grass, anything and everything she can to help camouflage the dirt piles. It is a fine line that they walk, working to make it look natural while also trying not to draw attention to their trap.


"Tove Baade"