Ann
As Juna peered up to the moon, Dovie looked back down to the channel. The red tint cleared from the stream, and now tiny fairies of moonlight were dancing on top of the water's surface. He puts his dagger aside and tries to scoop up the ballerinas. They take their bow as his fingers dips inside, and he could feel the stream's direction.

"This brook... I can't see the spring from where it's fed from, but I can feel its presence in every other way. It's the same here. Maybe I can't see what's truly grand, but I know with every inch of me that it's there."
Michelle
*Juna tilted her head to the side. Can't see it, but still knows it there? Is she meant to know what the grand scheme of things are or maybe she's meant to figure it out? Juna allowed her gaze to drop, saying with a quiet laugh:*

"I think hunting is about as grand as it gets for me. "

*She looked back over to the deer that Dovie had cleaned off with a grateful smile.*

"After all, now we can have a full meal from all the hard work that was put in for it." *Juna said as she stood back up on her feet after fully cleaning off.*
Ann
Dovie also stood up and carried the deer once more, the barrier dissipates into the air like arcane dust. 

*"And finally,"* Dovie excitedly brandishes the deer, "We get to have that hard work pay off!"
Michelle
*Juna rolled over in her sleep in the light of day break, following the recent night of the well prepared deer they had eaten to their hearts' content.

Beside her slept her Jackal, sharing the warm space she had created on the forest floor. Although he had taken over the area she made for herself, Juna seemed content with using his back to rest her head.

The two of them seemed completely knocked out after such a large meal as the quiet snores from them filled the dawn air only to be disturbed as a single leaf detached from its branch. Softly, it floated its way down only to be met with the wet nose of Jace who had unconsciously prevented it from reaching the ground.

The Jackal huffed and had let out a sneeze from the single interaction, causing himself to awaken with new alertness as he searched for whoever it was that disturbed his rest only to let out a yawn that ended with a more high pitched sound in response.

Juna slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the harsh sunlight that broke its way through the covering of trees. Was it really morning already? She turned her head to look over at Dovie, who she hand lended her small stick tent (as one would call it), remembering what had the whole hunting events of the day before.* 

"Dovie..." *She whispered while trying to get herself to wake up fully.*