[b][u][center][color=forestgreen]Galen Derricson[/color][/center][/u][/b]

Gale grinned slightly at Gren's joke. [color=forestgreen]"Alright, run home and get your gear."[/color] He suggested, [color=forestgreen]"If you see anyone you want to come with then ask 'em to come with. We'll meet at the bridge."[/color] He hadn't even thought before he said the words, but now that he said them he paused, confused at himself, and yet didn't speak up to correct himself. He and his father did most of the woodcutting to the south, behind their house, so it wasn't the best place to hunt given the noise and sparse trees. Most hunting was done in the north for that reason, heading up along the river in the thicker woodlands. With that in mind, the west was the best place to go hunt, neither over hunted nor overlogged.

To the east was the bridge over the Ramr River where sparse wooded hills steadily broke up until it flattened out shortly and turned into the Hadarac Desert. No one hunted there, not to mention the western portion of the bridge was partially submerged in the swollen river. Despite this, Gale felt it was important that was the way they went. East across the bridge to the hills. The more he thought about it the more certain he became. His bemused expression became firm, and he nodded once as if to say 'yeah, that's right.' Then he promptly spun on his heal and jogged back home to collect his bow and arrows.