[ She’s hiding behind one of the trees, hand pressed firmly against the bloodied wound on her leg. The footsteps were all she needed to hear before she’d bolted from the small stream and into cover. With no weapons, her best bet was to hope she wasn’t seen ]
[ He knew he wasn’t crazy. It was too early for any of that to start. No, someone or something stumbled into what he was at least calling camp for today. A hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword ( of course it’s what he managed to snag, he was useless with anything else ) as he slowly approached the stream. Tribute or animal, whatever it was, it had the mind to kill him anyway. ]
