Swiftcurrent Creek avey tare's slasher flicks

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Bones saved no kind words for her birth-mother, easily letting the insult of wench slip from her sterling maw. It seemed that her family suffered quite an ordeal, and it was no question why she regarded them with such hostility. It made Tuwawi frown, empathizing with the vagabond girl. Her own turbulent youth was not exactly a picture of perfection either, but at least Tuwawi's mother cared for her daughters as best she could before death prematurely claimed Palla for its own.

"Mm," was all Tuwawi could think of to say as Bones' story continued, ushering a new chapter about her father. It was naive to think that parent who had no hand in the birth of its young would be interested in rekindling ties... but Tuwawi would not utter these thoughts, keen on not crushing the optimistic adolescent with her own glass-half-empty view. "You certaintly do not!" Tuwawi smiled, agreeing that it seemed this one needed little guidance to know what she did or did not want in life. But as far as physical care went... the child could certainly use a better meal, more attentive grooming, and perhaps a good nights rest.

"Well, perhaps we can hunt together tomorrow. To keep up your strength. Have you tried bigger game?" she asked, open to hosting a hunt for the swarthy youth to assist in. Red meat would do her well. "Until then, we could find you a place to rest for the night if you'd like," she tacked on. A few burrows had been vacated by those who had departed the creek, and would be a suitable temporary home, "Would be warmer than sleeping outside."