Grant watched as the arrow imbedded itself in the deer's chest. It bellowed before stumbling to the side and crumbling to the ground. It was dead by the time Grant approached it. He shifted and flashed a great big smile towards Amelia, "Well done!" He squatted down beside the deer, "It was a clear shot. I didn't think you had it in ya Amelia." He grabbed the antlers and tugged on the deer slightly. They would have to work together to drag the deer back to camp. Grant could probably do it on his own but it would take him forever. It would be much easier if Amelia helped him, "Here. Help me out."
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Paisley bit into the the rabbit. He was right; he was a good cook. She ripped off a piece with her teeth since she didn't have any forks or knives. It was still a little hot so she set the meat on her plate, "Well I was hunting and I didn't realize how far I had traveled. I was... lost in my thoughts." She wasn't willing it give him anymore than that. He would have to deal with her answer. She looked around his camp and was suddenly curious, "So John. We've all heard the stories so I know who you are." She leaned back on her hands. It was a vulnerable position and she hoped it conveyed her comfort with the situation, "I have a question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to however."