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Victor glanced over at the rabbit skins and drying flesh for a few moments as he thought over the man's words. "You talk too much sometimes," he said causally as he looked back again at Pier.

The fae shrugged, he usually didn't talk. "Those that speak the least have the most to say."

The boy shrugged and didn't reply. He looked at the fire for a bit and fiddled with his keys. "You're kind of weird," he said at last.

Pieridae raised a brow at Victor. "You might be too," the fae countered. He shrugged and looked into the fire as well, watching the embers burn and the fire eat away at the wood like a disease spreading through a city.

The teen frowned a little. "... maybe," he admitted reluctantly. The embers popped and scattered sparks into the air. The flames ate at a split in a piece of wood until the upper half fell sending more sparks up amid the smoke.

AS the flaming soldiers destroyed the city of wood in the middle Pieridae thought of when he was the age of Victor. He was doing the same thing he was now. He hasn't ever had a change of pace. Survive has been all he has known and does. The wood couldn't survive though. The fire's flaming forces devoured at that of the wood. Filament upon filament burnt, like the falling of soldiers in a war. Pieridae remembered war from his parents. That is why his ancestors starting living off the forest long ago.

Victor had never been in a war and he had only the dimmest memories of his parents. He only remembered how they died so well because his family and therapists had talked about it so much when he was small and family still brought it up now and then in discussions about him. The boy didn't mind the silence that had fallen between him and Pier in the least. He watched the smoke curling up into the blue sky and the sparks drifting about before landing and he kicked dirt over the ones that landed nearby. Being barefoot he didn't want to step on them.

There was a rustling in some large bushes somewhere behind them, Pieridae turned to look at it, then turned back. He took another bite of dried meat and one of his throwing knives. He packed up the rest of his food with his other hand.

The boy cast a glance backward as well. "Leaving or going hunting?" he asked the man as he himself settled down more comfortably by the fire. The rustling didn't sound humanish to him.

Pieridae glanced at the bushes again. "Neither... I think I'm staying right here." He didn't like the rustling sound. It was too loud be a small animal.

Victor mused a loud. "Animals usually try to be quiet when hunting. It doesn't sound like a human or one of you."



(I'm thinking bear cub unless you have something else in mind.)

((She speaks in ooc! Hahaha, well it could be anything from a bear cub to a hungry dog to the angry hunters looking to mug n steal some food after an unsuccesful day))

Pieridae shrugged. "It could be anything. If it rustles again, though, then I am checking it out."

((I didn't know if I'd have time to send a PM that time. A stray dog would work fine too.))

The bushes shook again and something groaned. It wasn't the sound of an animal not a man. Victor slowly got to his feet and took a step back. "Might be nothing," he said softly.

Pieridae's wings unferraled as he unsheathed his knife and fluttered to his feet. He slowly half walked half flapped over in the bush's directions. He picked a stone up off the ground and pelted the center of the bush with it, waiting to see what would happen with whatever was residing inside of it.

The thing in the bush groaned louder and a unhappy black bear cub came crashing through the bushes. Seeing the fire ahead of it it became even more frightened and turned to run back the way it had come. Victor knew a little about bears. Enough to know that wherever baby was mother couldn't be very far off. "We need to leave," he said grabbing his knife and what food he could easily carry with him. He glanced at the fire unsure if he should put it out or let it burn.

Pieridae nodded. "Right now." The fae walked towards the fire, picking his pack and slinging it over his shoulder on the way. He kicked at it and broght the flame down a little bit. He pointed at a direction opposite of the bush where the bear cub had been. "That way."

The boy nodded started off at the steady pace, fast enough to get away but hopefully not so fast as to catch a predator's attention. "You shouldn't have thrown anything," he said to Pier.

(From this point on my posts may be less frequent.)

The fae followed behind with his bow in his hands, an arrow already knocked. "If I hadn't we wouldn't know there was a bear."

".... well at least then the mother bear wouldn't have as much reason to want to come after us," the boy answered back not liking the idea that Pier may have been right.

Pieridae gave a shrug and answered, "food." And that was a very possible possibility. Especially if the bear had a cub to feed. "She won't be coming after us, we just have to get out of the way of where she can small us. That is why we are walking with the wind, not agains it."