Hideaway Strath Before the cold comes

Hunting reminded her of her mother. She was such an avid hunter, a real silent killer. Arlette always felt so clumsy next to her. Her mother's lessons were rather discouraging instead of inspiring. Which was when she focussed on other skills. Arlette nodded. "Rabbits and voles are doable for me. Though with rabbits it takes me a few tries," she spoke.

Then the female grabbed the herbs. She made a motion of her head to go back. She rather wanted their hard work to be safely stored away.