He hadn’t spent near as much time as he should have, attempting to fit himself in to the Sanctuary. Despite being previously welcomed, it was as though Kilorn found himself unable to let go of what he felt. The fears, and doubts. He was an outsider. He didn’t belong here, or anywhere, for that matter. He doubted he ever would.
So he had begun to tentatively plan that he would leave tomorrow morning. He didn’t know where he’d go, but he’d figure out. He always did. However, Kilorn had also been determined not to go without leaving behind a token of his appreciation of the welcome he’d been given.
He had spent the better part of a day working on the task, but the once proud hunter had been successful. He’d killed a decent sized deer, a buck, at that, with the intentions of leaving it behind for the Sanctuary. While it wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, it would feed at least a few mouths, and that left him feeling satisfied.
Catching, and then dragging it back to the Hollow to a place where it would be found had left him rather tired, as well, but in a good sense. He had actually done something productive to help someone aside from himself. However small, he was proud of his accomplishment, and that was a feeling Kilorn wanted to cling to, this evening.
May 06, 2018 07:23 PM
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