Great Bear Wilderness in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame

southeast, he says and she unknowingly turns to look north. “thanks.” scylla replies, figuring that following a stream for half a day would be easy enough, before turning back to the carcass before them. 

the girl considers for a moment what to do with what is left of their meal. to cache away what was left would be the most efficient option, but with only one intact paw, digging did not seem too appealing. she would have to hunt again or return for scraps. 

she turns sharply to the man with hard eyes. “will you join me?” it is spontaneity which causes her to ask. she does not know him. she does not trust him. but yet, he had helped her. the wilds were not full of those who would do so, but rather, quite the opposite. if anything, now that she was somewhat inhibited, it would only benefit her to have an ally in a land that she knew did not take kindly to melonii blood. if he declined, it would be of no loss to her but simply prefered if he agreed.