A frozen wasteland, blank and grey. This was Sylvia's home. This was her natural environment. She sniffed deeply. Her bow was fine, adequate. However she was going to be leaving Halo. She needed an antler bow. She heard how strong well made ones were, had even seen each of her brothers' from their Sila.
A gust of wind blew against the rock and Sylvia released a breath she'd subconsciously held. Hunter, she was a Hunter. Her eyes tracked the ground and found the markings she was searching for. "Perfect," she mumbled to herself. She began to move before she saw the other movement. She paused and knocked an arrow and aimed before realizing the shadowy movement was a person and animal."
A gust of wind blew against the rock and Sylvia released a breath she'd subconsciously held. Hunter, she was a Hunter. Her eyes tracked the ground and found the markings she was searching for. "Perfect," she mumbled to herself. She began to move before she saw the other movement. She paused and knocked an arrow and aimed before realizing the shadowy movement was a person and animal."
