Haunted Wood Give me all your pain

A grin split his maw at her small laugh. He liked to fluster her, it was one of his favorite things. He settled to his haunches and watched as she hunted and looked through the plant life that made it's home here.

Ears tweaked forward as he listened. She spoke on different things. Painkillers, not infection. They could handle that. Especially if Alduin fought as much as he planned. Though, their leader was strangely silent as of late.

Dreven shook his head, and pulled from a small hollow in a tree, the rabbit pelt he had put there when he had first scouted the place to give to Atka. He placed it upon the ground.

It's why I keep rabbit skins.

The pelt was dry and easily carried. Even the strips were gone. He had learned how to strip it and dry it from his father.