now all of the landscape, it's just an empty place

[schnapp]

Who| beth + iron bull
What| bull adopts everyone, okay. he's the biggest dad.
Where| the woods
When|
Warnings/Notes| tba



( she's trying to pull her weight, stubbornly refusing to sit tight and rely on rick and daryl to keep them going. they have some food for now, especially considering that jason seems to be sending her stuff in small increments every once in a while. but it won't last if they don't keep adding to that. beth doesn't really know what she's looking for, but she's got a knife and one of the plastic containers their food came from, figuring she could grab some water if nothing else. but maybe there are fruit bushes that the animals eat from, which would tell her that they probably weren't poison. or maybe she could actually hunt something with just a knife.

beth treads carefully, grateful for the boots that arrived via parachute the other day. it's so perfectly quiet and still, excepting the slight whistling of the wind and -- the crunch of footsteps on snow.

she turns in time to see something in the distance -- someone? she sees horns, but no. he's definitely wearing the same outfit as all the other tributes were given. she tenses for a moment, remembering how that woman had killed her last arena without a second thought. but after a moment, she calls out. )

Hello?

Comments

[meravas]

[ that someone stops moving as she calls out. the iron bull was out doing some scouting of the area, searching also for anything he could bring back to the camp for the others as food. he was mostly keeping to himself, doing what he could to make sure the others were comfortable or had what they needed in small bits of what the arena could offer. or sometimes it was just nothing at all and he would return empty handed.

the snow crunches under his weight in spite of how he tries to keep his steps slow and careful, treading quietly.

the best thing to do in this case instead of trying to duck down behind a boulder - and risk having just the tips of his horns peeking out - would be to return the greeting. see if whoever was there needed anything, assistance, food, something. )

Hello. Looks like you had the same idea as me.

[schnapp]

( she's always been taught that it's not polite to stare, so she doesn't despite how incredibly tempting it is. so she doesn't stare at the fact that he's got horns, and she doesn't comment on it. instead, beth gives him her best polite smile, minding her manners even though she's taking note of the weight of her knife on her belt. not that it would help against someone this much bigger than him, if he decided to attack.

something tells her that he isn't going to, but it's always a possibility. she moves a little closer, but still keeps her distance. )

I guess I did. ( she adjusts the strap of her makeshift water packs against her shoulder for a moment, appraising him. ) I haven't really found anythin' useful up over there. Except water, and that's everywhere if you just melt a little snow. What about you?

[meravas]

There was a bush of red berries. Don't know how they are, they could be poisonous. [ and bull wasn't going to take the chance. he could grab a handful and eat them just to test them out; if they were poisonous then he likely wouldn't make it back to the camp and they would have to send a search party out for him.

good thing he wasn't all that hungry, more cold and tired than anything at this point. ]