Duskfire Glacier We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame.

Aleks seemed to be enjoying it here as much as she did. She wondered to herself if he would keep watch over this place until she returned with her family. And she was returning with them; she had made up her mind on that at some point since arriving here. She didn't think she could ask that of him, though. They were still practically strangers. Maybe she would revisit that later before she left. Now, they needed to hunt. 

As they entered the forest, she picked up the scents of a few small creatures. She was growing tired of rabbits, but would eat it if that's all they could fine. Her attention was drawn to a rustling sound in the distance. Ears perked, she froze and looked in the direction of the sound. Soon, she saw a small group of pheasants moving about the forest floor. They weren't the most substantial meal, but they smelled good. Licking her lips at the scent, she turned back to Aleks and raised an eyebrow, tilting her head in the direction of the birds as if to ask if he was interested in taking a couple down. If he had a better idea, she'd gladly listen, the birds were just the first thing she noticed.