Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-11457306-20140111061641

The meat tasted wonderful when it was done, sprinkled with a little salt from her pouch. She put the fire out and crouched in the darkness, eating and listening to the sounds of the night. That was when she heard it. Breathing--the heavy breathing of a beast of prey. The wind shifted and the scent of it washed over her. She froze, heart hammering in her chest. How far is it back to the house?

(Good night, Kenyon.)