SMITH
ᵐᵃˡᵉ ⁻⁻⁻ ᶜʰᵉˢᵃᵖᵉᵃᵏᵉ ᵇᵃʸ ʳᵉᵗʳᶤᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵗʷᵉᶰᵗʸ ˢᶤˣ ᵐᵒᶰᵗʰˢ ⁻⁻⁻ ᵇᵉᵗᵃ
ᵗᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ;; Son.
Smith sniffed as he avoided a large pile of dung."It's been a few days since Maple died. It's probably too far gone to salvage anything."He should be grateful actually, that there was any waste to speak of. It meant that prey was starting to replenish in the area, which was certainly good for both sides. Tilting his head slightly so he could hear better, Smith held his breath for a moment."Like I said before, there's a lake a little bit south of here, and it's full of birds. We would be able to catch at least some of them, if not the majority." He stood in the clearing that they had made their way through, eyes sweeping the undergrowth."So, are you up for it? It might've been a couple of years since you've been fowl hunting, but it shouldn't be that hard to jump back in."













