Wilte wrote:Upon Tenshi's signal, Roland tightened his grip around the trunk of an antler, heaving its great weight upwards and taking the first few steps back. Luckily for them, the campsite was not too far away. Of course, it could have been a more comfortable distance. The trek they would endure now was not as pleasing as hunting, but a necessary component of it.
Traveling like this, there was little room for words. Every now and then his eyes would flick up into Tenshi's, as if asking if she needed a break. After all, she'd done most of the heavy work. Roland, on the other hand, continued nonetheless; his momentary fatigue lessened after a while, having gotten used to the process as a hunter. Hm. This brought up a curious thought. Roland now wondered what duties Tenshi served the pack with; was she a hunter like himself? This wasn't doubtful.
After what seemed to be a very long time, they reached the edge of the camp at last. Grunting, and slightly filled with renewed strength at their entrance, Roland hauled his portion of the weight with Tenshi in tow into the center of the territory. Presently, he dropped it, a huff escaping his maw as he did so.
"Lamb, tell me a story."
"There once was a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely."
"Why was it lonely?"
"All things must meet this man, so they shunned him."
"Did he chase them all?"
"He took an axe and split himself in two. Right. Down. The middle."
"So he would always have a friend?"
"So he would always have a friend."
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