im a man of many tricks and tools and joy -- hunting patrol

[adventure.]

MARGAET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]shaking herself softly to shake off a dusting of snow caused by a bird slipping on a branch far above, the female would slide into a stretch, "i'll take apple, baalal. it's better if we pair up like this - i can help teach her some hunting techniques, and you can discuss things with star.", she wasn't a sucker, she could see clearly how anxious they were to get going on the hunt, and it would be easier for them to hunt with a groupmate closer to their size. that, and she knew that they were lonely though they would never show these things to those around them. the sage needed the chance to make friends again, as stubborn as they were about those matters.

turning her head to apple, she would grin, "what do you think about that, apple? would you mind coming with me? i can teach you a few things while we are out hunting, and i could show you some techniques on how to take down bigger animals than yourself?", she would suggest. not everyone had a violent disposition or favor for fighting, but everyone should know the basic skills in hunting, foraging, and fighting, in case they were ever on their own. even re-running over their skills and ensuring that they weren't rusty was a good thing, as was exchanging tips and thoughts.

#psychosocial.