Failure of a hunt.

Blackfoot

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Hala. She nodded her head, committing the woman's name to memory. She deserved that much. Especially since she'd been such a good companion.

For a while more, Blackfoot simply chewed on the bone, working to splinter it and get at the marrow within. A delicious desert that was well-earned after their hard work of working together to bring the deer down. For a moment, she wondered if Hala travelled alone like she did and if she had to depend on chance to bring things down. An idea formed in her mind. One that she was hesitant to voice at first due to the training instilled in her by her mother.

So, she settled for a middle ground. "Hunting in pairs is easier." Not quite saying what she was thinking but getting close enough that the other woman could take it or leave it, if she wanted. A travel companion, temporary or not would make surviving that much simpler. It was logical, really.

"Dialogue"

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