Don't Ask Too Much

All these damn packs, took all the good hunting spots from her. Maybe not the best ones, but definitely her favorites. A very annoyed, clearly unhappy Fiametta went out on a hunt not to bring back to her pack but instead to trade for wines outside. When she went to the stores expecting a bottle and they were all gone it hit a really bad switch in her. And now she was out here struggling to make her own pantry.

She was able to snare a few rabbits and take down one of those teeny little deer creatures... surely that was enough for a bottle or two. And then she started to make her way towards a wandering trader that was making rounds nearby. She wasn't sure if she was more annoyed that the wine in Elysium was moved or gone, or if it was that she had to come out here and work herself to get it. Before that wouldn't have been much of a problem, she probably would have enjoyed the hunt. But ever since she returned she needed something to clear her memory. Hunting wasn't it. Now all she had to do was track the guy.

"Fiametta"