Swiftcurrent Creek I ain't happy; I'm feeling glad.

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And as easily as that Bane had given himself a chance to appeal to the other's good side. His prior intentions would not be forgotten, Bane knew. It was clear in the way he was observed, yet he wasn't enough of a fool to believe it would ever be any other way. But he'd gotten himself a new start, and a way to gather strength from crossing paths with the strange duo.

I'm sure I can help with that... he suggests with an out-of-script smile, leaving aside his desire for the boy's flesh in change for a new promising activity. Hunting, he hadn't done it in days, and while on his own he hadn't been lucky enough to get himself sufficient food. Scavenging, although he despised it, had been Bane's main sustenance for the past weeks of travel. Lets get ourselves a feast, shall we? he barks, turning to face the expanse, in which he was sure they would find abundance of prey even in the middle of winter.

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