Malachite sat in her camp, a medium sized ten made with the fur of her most recent kill, and a few branches holding it up, she was sitting infront of a fire, 2 large skinned animals leaning into the brilliant flames cooking unevenly but cooking well. She had felt the nip of cold in the air and had covered herself a bit more with a bit more of the newly acquired fur, It wasn't much but that including the fire kept her easily warm enough to make it through this night. Like always she was decently aware of her surroundings, not going to allow anything to get a jump on her, and at the same time, she was relaxed as much as she possibly could. 

Currently her next objective is the nearest town/city, she came to a recent realization that how could she make a tribe if she doesn't have a horde? so, her next goal is to make it to the next town and find a way to make a decent amount of gold. She has heard of something called "bounty hunting." having killed old bounty hunters coming after her for her previous bar fights, and has seen the bounty contracts on they're corpses...