Stranded...

[Alistair]

Al gaped at the beauty with Geoff, dropping the 5kg salt chunk on the bear's foot.

[The Past]

Geoff yelped as the salt chunk landed on his foot and hopped backwards, tripping on a rock and tumbling onto his back.

"FFF--Sss--aagh!"

He gripped his sore foot, rasping through gritted teeth, though jokingly. "Y-you lil shit...!"

[Alistair]

Al shuffled over slowly, looking at Geoff with his ears back and pupils dilated. He felt sorry, he was just surprised at the beautiful scenery.

[The Past]

Geoff pet the saber, smiling. "It's alright. You didn't mean to..."

He stood back up and walked further out. "Now we can find something to eat."

[Alistair]

Al signaled for Geoff to be quiet as he had spotted a rather large mountain goat, crawling lowly across the ground as he prepared to ambush. The pink salts against the rocky surface camouflaging him.

[The Past]

Geoff stayed silent and kept hidden as he watched Al stalk the goat with anticipation.

[Alistair]

Pausing when the goat's ear moved he held his breath. The second the animals guard was back down he went in for the kill; quickly pouncing and biting down on the spine.

[The Past]

The goat screamed as it was bit, and after some struggle, fell limp.

"Nice kill, Al."

Geoff walked over and took a look at it. He glanced at the massive saber and back.
"Alright, so... how should we divide this guy up?... Guessing you like yours raw."

He gathered some sticks and started a fire, then worked on preparing and cooking his portion of the meat, leaving the rest for Alistair. Yet another job his pocket knife would have been useful for, but his spear did the job well enough. As he worked, he wondered how the rest of the group was doing. Maybe they were worried about him, especially Fout. He wished he could show them the way here.

He was a bit impatient while cooking the meat, leaving some pieces slightly under-cooked, but he was too hungry to mind.

[Farewell]

Zaida huffed growing aggravated. "You can find the others... I believe I helped enough. Too much danger around all of you..." She says coldly "and too much work" she oddly acted different and began to walk off with her jagged machete drawn. "Do not run into me as well... We are not friends no more..." She said in a low gurgle growl a determined face, as she walked off she walked straight and confident showing no sign of weakness.

[Angder]

Fout watched Zaida leave...

"What... what now..."

Fout starts to climb down the hole.

[Alistair]

Al sat and stripped the kill, setting the pelt aside he dug into the carcass. The horns of the now deceased goat looked as if they could be good tools if one could dislodge them from the base of its skull.

[Chains]

I looked around. Somehow, i had gotten lost.
"Hello!" I call out.

[Angder]

Fout decends deeper into the pit. It went further down than Fout expected...

Eventually, he landed at the bottom, it was dark. but Fout was used to the dark.

[The Past]

Geoff ended up cooking a little more than he'd normally eat, but not wanting to waste, he managed to eat every bite.

He relaxed with his back against a large rock.
"Ahh, much better," he sighed with a stretch.

"Never had goat before... Pretty good, I think."

Geoff wished Alistair could speak back. He wondered what he would say, what things they could discuss. Alistair seemed to be capable of complex thought and understanding unusual in ferals. Surely he had interesting stories to tell.

[Chains]

"Hello!" i called out.
"Anyone there?"