saisamour: (EVERY SMILE YOU FAKE)
Marius Pontmercy ([personal profile] saisamour) wrote in [community profile] thearena 2013-08-08 01:30 pm (UTC)

"I will not accuse you of it."

He said that in earnest as he stood up, crossbow in one hand in case he encountered any potential threats on his way. The blood on Lindsay's arms caught his attention for a brief moment and he forced his eyes away; now was not the time to be reminded of the barricades. (Likely there will be no proper time.)

He trudged towards the object and, once he arrived at its location, noted that it was a carcass of some form of small animal, slightly rotting but still enough, he supposed, for fuel. He grunted as he took hold of one of its legs and dragged it back, before he spotted from the corner of his eye a patch of drying sagebrush. He set the carcass back on the ground as he walked towards it and gathered as much as he could in his other hand, then returned to the carcass and hauled it the rest of the way back.

"Here." He was slightly panting as he dropped the fuel and tinder a few feet nearby, and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his arm as he glanced at the elk to see whether there was anything else to do to clean it.

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