w r e t c h e d t h i n g

Ajax wasn’t too fond of skaikru, he’d been gone too long to adjust like most of his people. However, we wasn’t unfair. “No,” he shook his head “that was yours.” He eyed the girl, thinking she was rather congenial then he would have expected from a sky gada. He remained on his steed and looked down at her when he decided to reply “I have been a way a long time.”

Kit nodded her head when he said that the kill was hers; she moved towards the animal and knelt down, carefully pulling out the arrow and wiping the arrowhead down before placing it back into her quiver and sitting back on her legs. She smiled slightly “I understand,” her voice was quiet as she looked at the steed. Horses always fascinated her, even when she’d only seen them on the books she read as a child. 

Clarke moved to the end Kit had pointed to, stooping down to help pick it up. “Yeah, well, things have been kind of busy in the medic ward so,” she finished with a shrug. Most of her time was spent alongside her mother. She had capable hands, but there was still so much to learn, especially now that they had to adjust their methods given the lack of technology at their fingertips. “We’re trying to stock up now. Winter and all that, you know?”

“I guess so,” Kit spoke with a slight nod of her head. She didn’t spend a whole lot of time in the camp, even though she could offer her intelligence to help further their technology. She just didn’t want to seem like she was interfering, so Kit decided to spend a majority of her time in the woods alone. “Yeah we have to stock up on food too, cause once Winter rolls around, a good number of these animals will hibernate and won’t be easy to find.” She admitted, lifting up her end.

With the weapon lowered, Clarke finally caught a glimpse of her face. Kit. Oh, good; she thought it was one of the Grounders. She didn’t know any in their camp could look so .. at ease with the bow. Except, maybe Monroe perhaps, but Clarke didn’t know too many of those anyway. Pulling the strap of her bag back over her shoulder, she walked up closer to Kit, stomping through the brush. “Um, sure. Yeah, I can help.” She nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her hear. “What–ah–which end am I?”

Kit gave a curt nod, before she shouldered her bow and knelt next to the head, pulling out the arrow and wiping the arrowhead on her pants before she placed it in the quiver. She stood back up and pointed at the other end of the deer, “Just grab its legs, I think it’s easier from there,” Kit spoke, scratching the back of her head before she positioned herself to pick up the carcass, “I haven’t seen you in a while...”

Ajax rarely had the opportunity to hunt around TonDC territory, but he’d thought it would be nice to try out the area. It had been a long time since he walked the woods near where the skaikru camp was now. He had his bow lowered at the moment, following a deer trail. He stopped when he heard the familiar sound of an arrow release, taking a few more steps to eye the young woman. He arched a brow at her words and aimed weapon, not exactly pleased at finding skaikru. “You people should not be so easy to sneak up on.”

“I was focused on other things,” Kit admitted with a slight shrug of her shoulders. She kept her weapon aimed at him for a few seconds longer, before lowering it when she decided that if he wanted to get rid of her, he would’ve. “Was that your kill?” she asked him curiously - even though she was hard-headed and slightly annoying, she never took away whatever wasn’t hers. Kit tilted her head slightly to the side, “I’ve never ran into you out here and I hunt almost every day.” 

Clarke froze, wary eyes catching a fleeting glance of the other’s eyes before she focused her attention on the woman’s weapon. A long, exasperated sigh seeped from her lungs, and she didn’t bother raising her hands. Their kinds met each other far too often like this. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I guess—-I’m that good of a sneaker—?” She said, an attempt at ridiculous humor before she shook her head, chastising herself. “You can put the weapon down. I’m not looking to hurt you.”

As soon as her eyes registered the blonde, Kit lowered her weapon and wore an apologetic look on her face, “I’m sorry Clarke... I thought you were someone else,” she admitted sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders slightly. Sure Kit was ready to fire her arrow, but she wouldn’t have unless the approaching member posed a real threat. The brunette walked towards the animal, giving Clarke a fleeting look “You wanna help me with this?”