1x1 Alpha*

[Erebaras]

Winter shrugged. "Ever thrown a knife?" she asked, opening her knife.

Kris followed and rolled his eyes. "Thirst means you are already dehydrated." he said. "I may have fallen asleep in health, but I did get an A."

[Alpha*]

"Once or twice. Hit the broad side of the barn." Morag answers, teasing. He wonders if he'll have to move. "Why?"

James laughs softly, "Good to know, comes in handy." he agrees, clipping the clip over his chest which distributes the weight of his pack better.

[Erebaras]

Winter nodded. "I could teach you." she said, looking at the door of their tent.

Kris shook his head and kept walking, not offering to say a word.

[Alpha*]

"In the tent?" coughs Morag, alittle worried.

James remains silent, continueing to walk, wanting to humm, but incase someone calls, not. Just in case.

(what should happen? I'm thinking Morag will pass out. But what about James and Kris?)

[Erebaras]

Carol shook her head. "No. You could hit the fabric." she said. "Outside."

Peter kept himself on high alert, looking in the direction of any noise.

[[Umm... Time skip? Or maybe... A bear?... I'm not sure, but I'm cool with anything.]]

[Alpha*]

(Who's carol? whos peter?)

Morag gets to his feet, slowly. "Just for alittle while." he agrees pulling on his sweater.

James looks around silently.

(Sure a bear, i think James could get messed up and Kris have to go and get help? or..?)

[Erebaras]

[[Oops... Wrong names. I'm bouncing between rps at the moment.... I meant Winter and Kris.. Sorry]]

Winter nodded and stood up. She slipped out of the tent, bracing the coldness. She found a tree to use quickly.

Kris jumped at a couple noises he didn't expect, but he was a city boy, not a country boy.

[[Okie Dokie. Sounds good.]]

[Alpha*]

"We're being followed." James whispers to Kris. "Get that pistol ready and make sure the bloody safety is off." its a growl as he unholsters his weapon.

(naw its all good)

Morag zips the tent up after him. "Your coat." he holds it out for her.

[Erebaras]

Kris chuckled and pulled out the pistol. He took the safety off and glanced around, not aiming the gun anywhere.

Winter smiled softly and put her jacket on. She threw her knife with accuracy and speed. She pulled it out of the tree and handed it to him. "Now you try."

[Alpha*]

James reacts to something he sees by shoving Kris into the snow about three feet from where he'd been shanding and getting cut instead of the kid on his leg. Its some sort of cinnamon colored bear with a darker face. Gasping at the pain in his calf. "You ok?" he asks getting to his feet, barely, watching as the bear comes back. He watches wearilly as it comes closer.

Morag does, leaning forward abit. He notes with satisfaction that the blade hits to the left on the trunk, an inch wider and it would have landed elsewhere. "Made it." chortles the young man.