aisling was so tired of hunting, because it felt like taking care of herself, and she didn’t want to take care of herself right now. but it was consistent and took all of her focus and tired her out at the end of the day, so she kept up with it. it reminded her of the times before she’d built her pack, when she was still so angry at and scared of others. not one to let a hunt go to waste, she’d prepped the meat and skewered it over her fire next to the tent. aisling was crouched next to it, watching the food slowly roast, occasionally feeding the fire. when she heard the tell-tale sounds of a four-legged beast in her vicinity, aisling shot up and looked around the area. she stilled when she found the source, a massive stark white wolf that stuck out in the fall colors of wildemount. “pippa,” she acknowledged, before sitting back down in her crouched position. ( @pippaxophelan )
