Blackfoot Forest love can be a liar

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while her thoughts were still dark with the prospect of feminist revenge, starling allowed herself to be plied into hunting with the pewter-toned female. there was little in the world she enjoyed more than chasing, so she was happy to oblige. she wasn't really keen on the idea of eating anything she caught, but if the hunt sharpened her skill and kept someone's stomach full, she was happy.

the two parried and pranced after a duo of fox, and while starling abstained from delivering any killing blows, she hoped she had been helpful in securing some sustenance for creyr. when the two finished they exchanged farewells and starling, left feeling replenished, slipped into the forest to sleep.