Noctisardor Bypass Deep in the shady sadness of a vale

Eh. Don't worry 'bout it. It wasn't easy for Wylla to lose her prey and be chill about it, but for Druid, she tried to keep the frustration out of her voice. She took another slow, steadying breath, then admitted, I'm not that good either. Something about having one shitty eyeball.

Part of her thought there was no point to trying again. If she and Druid were both poor hunters, then she felt it was just a waste of time. They could get something from the caches and walk away with their dignity intact. That was not what Mahler would want her to do, though. He was so invested in the youth of Rivenwood, their futures and successes. Maybe her life would be better if she followed his example.

She was no great teacher. Her only strength in hunting was fishing. Resigned to what would likely be a lackluster lesson for Druid, Wylla scented the air and asked, you ever try to kill a deer?