ONE OF THE LIVING | o, wt + hunting

[Morgan]

After having seemingly failed his comrades several times in a row, Morgan was extra determined to do what he could to help. Inserting himself into the gathering group, he stood near Kiira and forced a smile.

"I'll help. I haven't properly hunted in so long now..."

As he listened to Axle's broken speech, his smile turned more real; it had not been too long since he himself sounded the same way, back when he first joined Tanglewood.

Directly addressing Axle, the General said,

"Just lead on, and we'll follow. It's your task, after all."

He nodded quickly and formed some icy half-armor around his body, pairing it with a matching short spear.

"It'll be a good skill to hone when there're so few of us, anyway."