Blacktail Deer Plateau the witching hour

Fin watched the rabbits as they bounced innocently across the plains, somehow seeing them only as headless, skinless sacks of meat on legs. She was sorely tempted by them--they were better than nothing after all--but with Lasher at her side, she knew there was no reason to go after such small game. She could catch a rabbit on her own. With a companion to hunt with, their energies were much better spent on something with far more meat on its bones.

"The way our luck has been going, I vote for anything but squirrels," Fin replied with a grim smile. She paused her response with a thoughtful tilt of her head, gaze drifting a bit more to the West. "I caught the scent of some goats the other day off in that direction, probably come down from the mountains with the colder weather setting in. You and I could probably pick one off pretty easily, if we can find them." She turned back to Lasher, studying his face for his opinion.

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