John had demanded to take a turn at scouting for food though he was fairly convinced he'd find nothing unless he happened to come across another tribute- and then, he wasn't convinced he'd be willing to kill unless threatened first. Still, it was better than sitting on his backside waiting to be murdered.
His leg ached.
When he came across the girl among the trees, he stopped short, fingers curling around the handle of the knife he was armed with more through habit than any desire to use it. If her expression meant business, his spoke of a steady, calm readiness, devoid of active aggression.
"Afternoon," he said, the greeting cool but cordial.
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His leg ached.
When he came across the girl among the trees, he stopped short, fingers curling around the handle of the knife he was armed with more through habit than any desire to use it. If her expression meant business, his spoke of a steady, calm readiness, devoid of active aggression.
"Afternoon," he said, the greeting cool but cordial.