dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
His comment elicits a wince, knowing exactly what he’s referencing and that she’s part of the problem. “Ah. Sorry.” All of that - literally all of it is her fault, but she isn’t willing to reveal that information. Peering and what is indeed a lack of prey, she purses her lips thoughtfully. “I’m an able hunter. Bow, knife, speed - you name it. Teach me what I need to look for in terms of tracking and if I can, I’ll bring you something to make up for the Grounders' disruption.”
Spreading her hands wide, Wessex finds herself reverting to both caretaker and Queen - positions she hasn’t held in ages. The offer is genuine, and it isn’t just to curry favor with the Halovians. She, too, knows what it's like to have an influx of traffic and not enough food. The only reason she’s thriving is because she no longer needs to eat, in the traditional sense of the word.
She can only hope that he won't take the offer as an insult to his skills; it's not that the man is a poor hunter, it's that she has no need of rest and no need to heed the dark, life-stealing cold.
Spreading her hands wide, Wessex finds herself reverting to both caretaker and Queen - positions she hasn’t held in ages. The offer is genuine, and it isn’t just to curry favor with the Halovians. She, too, knows what it's like to have an influx of traffic and not enough food. The only reason she’s thriving is because she no longer needs to eat, in the traditional sense of the word.
She can only hope that he won't take the offer as an insult to his skills; it's not that the man is a poor hunter, it's that she has no need of rest and no need to heed the dark, life-stealing cold.
