Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140213025135/@comment-11457306-20140213044439

Anneken filled her pouch with berries as she ate. She knew she did not dare eat too many or they would make her sick. Eaten raw, they were hard on her stomach. They were better in a pie. The thought of pie made her mouth water.

The shadows grew deep down under the trees, in the cleft made by the stream. Darkness meant wolves and vampires. She wondered if Ronin would go hunting or if he would last on what he'd consumed already. She shuddered again.

She turned back downstream to gather her things. She needed to find a hole to crawl into. She hissed in pain as she moved. Did I crack a rib when that thing fell on me?