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08-04-2016, 08:37 PM
 Grusha. what a skeletal wreck of man this is, translucent flesh and feeble bones... Grusha stood still as stone as she watched her father's form fall toward the earth. Others might have backed away to give him room to land, but the girl didn't. She was mildly annoyed that he had followed her after she had told him where she was going. Did he think that she lied to him? Did he think she couldn't take care of herself? But she was also glad for the time spent with her father. She couldn't help but feel that maybe he followed her because he was taking what she had told him seriously. That she needed him as a father and not just a Sultan. "No bones?" "Not yet." Grusha answered. Any other time a not yet would be followed by a frown or some other look of disappointment, but she and Nashoba had only just arrived to the meadow. Their hunt hadn't even started yet. "Living or dead." "Nathoba wanth to hunt living becauthe he wanth to eat." The girl said. "I can uthe boneth when he'th done, after all the meat ith off of them, but it taketh time." She explained. "Dead thingth already have all the meat gone and are ready to uthe, but thumtimeth they're not in the betht thape." Which didn't really answer her father's question of what they were looking for. "Nathoba noth the betht hunter. He'th too young and thmall, but he trieth. Tho while he trieth to hunt I look for dead thingth." She looked in the direction that Nashoba had slunk off in and frowned. "Mara hunt with Nathoba?" She asked, because she'd seen the snake hunt before. She had deadly precision that the wolf pup should witness for himself. "You and Vortha help me look for dead thingth?" "." |
