INFATUATION MEANS EVACUATION ☆ spear fishing

[Vathmos]

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VATHMOS

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Vathmos would normally be asleep at this time, but the loss of her bed had left her restless the last few days. She had resorted to sleeping on her couch with a blanket until she made a new one, but light came into that room much easier and woke her up earlier. Nevertheless, she was following her routine. She had already hunted for herself yesterday, so today she was hunting for Tanglewood. So far, she had been successful, a raccoon hanging limp in her jaws.
She was trotting back to camp when she heard the chatter, and could pick out Dallas' voice. Ugh. She should just keep going. Her ears perked to list. Hm? They were talking about food? Okay. She'd bite. The hyena turned, approaching them and appearing from the trees. Her eyes locked on the tool near Dallas, causing her brow to furrow and head to tilt. What was that? He used it to... catch a fish?
Weird. Fish weren't worth the effort. Better someone else to do it, she supposed. Vathmos set her raccoon down on a tree root, making sure it stayed in place before moving any closer.
"The fish?" Her eyes glanced over it. "Looks fine to me. I'll eat it if no one wants it." Food safety wasn't a major concern for her. Vathmos lived in ignorance of the effects of the radiation. The meat was fresh, so it was good.

━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━