Aftermath

Walk | Talk | Think

She could not imagine fish being the only available source of sustenance. Surely there were plenty of creatures within the woods that would make just as easy meals, if not easier. Sure they were fast, and sometimes a little crafty, but that was what made the meal that much nicer once you ate it, the hard work that went into getting it. Fish were just...different. "I don't want anymore," she answered simply when he offered to help her catch another. No, one was plenty for her. Or at least for a while.

He finished the fish in due time and taking what was left over he buried it in the ground, hiding it from other predators that it might attract. At least that was smart. Being in unclaimed territory without borders to protect them from the other creatures that they shared the lands with it was the wisest option, aside from throwing the leftovers back into the water to let the stream carry them away. She sighed, eyes closing. Unclaimed lands or not, she was glad she could feel relaxed at least.

The cool autumn breezes started up, carrying with them the fresh air and smells of the forest but also the coldness that was creeping up on them. Winter would be upon them before they knew it and then she was less certain of what she would do. The north always had its appeal to her, all that snow that she could hide so easily in. What were Klypso's plans? Would he end up trailing after her if she went back that way again? Opening her eyes again to peer at him, she remarked casually, "Getting close to winter."