Wild Berry Meadow Tell everybody I'm on my way

The soreness from her first hunt had ebbed along with her apprehension towards the deerhunter. As an adolescent, it was natural for her to follow. It took a lot of the pressure from her inexperienced shoulders.

At the basilisk’s indication, she gave the plump berries an incredulous sniff, curling her nose in distaste. It wasn’t so much the smell that upset her as it was the unfamiliar concept. Though these delightfully colored fruits were quite aromatic, they were a far cry from meat.

His voice could be as firm as he wanted, but gosling was still Needle.

What am I, a squirrel? She scoffed. That’s prey food.

Unfortunately for her, none of the rogues who’d taken her in had been particularly keen on teaching her in a practical sense. Fighting and shit-talking seemed to be their only talents at any rate. They had kept her around as more of an inconvenient pet than one of their own, and this was probably why none of them came looking for her.

The dark tips of her ears swiveled, searching futilely for a hint of live meat that hadn’t already been frightened away by the prowling wolves. Can’t we hunt?

He was El Cazador, after all.