77thof Winter, 515AV
"Only three?" The question met Ixzo before she could look up to see who. Zethar grinned at her and she rolled her eyes, letting the rabbits fall on the table.
"I bring you eland before, you complain?" She asked in jest. Zethar was one of the few who took her broken Pavi in stride.
Bad haul. He signed and she sighed.
"It rain at night." No chance. She shrugged, not very happy with her haul either. Thankfully, Zethar seemed hardly bothered, already turning her kills over to examine them.
"We can use this one for pelt… what did you use a trap?" Ixzo beamed an nodded. It had taken her nearly the whole season, but she managed to snag the small hare in her home-made trap. She'd since decided it may be better to buy a trap, but the accomplishment still felt nice. "Aaaand, you've completely obliterated the other two. Where is this one's foot?"
"Arrow." She shrugged, giving the poor explanation. To show him, she pulled the arrow head out of her pocket, all that she bothered to scrap from the thing. "Broke." She sighed. Zethar chuckled, but slid the rabbit in front of her. He took the last one, grimacing as he looked at the wound. She had managed to stick the arrow straight through the thing's shoulders, although taking the arrow back out had caused some considerable damage. He shrugged and slid that one in front of him, leaving the one with the good pelt to the side.
"Only three?" The question met Ixzo before she could look up to see who. Zethar grinned at her and she rolled her eyes, letting the rabbits fall on the table.
"I bring you eland before, you complain?" She asked in jest. Zethar was one of the few who took her broken Pavi in stride.
Bad haul. He signed and she sighed.
"It rain at night." No chance. She shrugged, not very happy with her haul either. Thankfully, Zethar seemed hardly bothered, already turning her kills over to examine them.
"We can use this one for pelt… what did you use a trap?" Ixzo beamed an nodded. It had taken her nearly the whole season, but she managed to snag the small hare in her home-made trap. She'd since decided it may be better to buy a trap, but the accomplishment still felt nice. "Aaaand, you've completely obliterated the other two. Where is this one's foot?"
"Arrow." She shrugged, giving the poor explanation. To show him, she pulled the arrow head out of her pocket, all that she bothered to scrap from the thing. "Broke." She sighed. Zethar chuckled, but slid the rabbit in front of her. He took the last one, grimacing as he looked at the wound. She had managed to stick the arrow straight through the thing's shoulders, although taking the arrow back out had caused some considerable damage. He shrugged and slid that one in front of him, leaving the one with the good pelt to the side.