Finn took it upon himself to gather the firewood, which Charlotte promptly cut up and set aflame with her blade.
While the fire was set for a warm rest, he decided to scope around for something they could eat—perhaps berries or protein.
The mountainside woods were rather quiet and tranquil, with only small critters crossing his path.
As he walked amongst the plentiful trees and shrubs, the events of the day still processed in his mind.
'If I'm being honest, I wasn't that close to Nova. I kept my distance, sort of because I've come to expect things like this…I hate that. It shouldn't be that way, but it is,' he thought while silently hunting.
The subtle crunching of twigs and leaves brought him to kneel down behind foliage. There were movements of something light-footed, though he picked up on it.
Between the oak, he could see the unusual fauna of the mountainside woods; a grouping of what resembled deer.
