Cool morning dew dripped from a spur onto Milo's head as he crouched patiently in the brush. He had been for so long that he'd gone numb to the sensation. The warmth of the sun had started to drag itself up Milo's body. It was getting late. Milo took a slow breath and the world fell silent around him. A strange warmth permeated the cool moist air.<br/><br/>...<span style="font-style: italic">One.</span>A branch rustled from above.<br/>...<span style="font-style: italic">Two.</span>A heartbeat fluttered.<br/>...<br/>Milo bolted upright with his bowstring taut and his body tensed.<br/><br/>The arrow whistled through the air and through the branches until it stuck with a hard thump into his target.The creature gave a pathetic raspy cry before tumbling from the tree. Milo slowly rose from his position and slipped his small reflex bow into a strap at his lower back before carefully making his way to the rapidly fading heartbeat. He crouched down and harshly wrenched the arrow from the creature’s eye. It tensed and seized for a moment before falling limp.<br/><br/>A quick weighing of the creature told Milo it was a grey squirrel. Milo pulled out a small knife and made quick work of skinning and packing the squirrel for later use before stowing the kill with his others and crouching down for some breakfast. After a quick meal, he packed his things away and headed for the campgrounds.<br/><br/>The camp was starting to stir; the soft crackle of grass, the creak of doors and the low murmurs of the of people heading towards the mess hall permeated the air. The sounds of people knocking into walls and exasperated sighs made Milo frown.<span style="font-style: italic">The Tricksters are up early</span>he thought before heading to the cabins.<br/><br/>Milo made his way through the campgrounds, making sure to crack the doors to the distressed campers’ cabins.  He quickly reached the “others” cabin. The cabin was mostly empty, but there were a few late-risers that were still trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep. One of the girls made a noise in disgust as Milo past.<br/><br/>“Good God, your stink literally woke me up!” she whined, her eyes never opening “Go shower,” she mumbled before turning over in her bed. Milo wordlessly obeyed. He washed and pulled on a plain grey hoodie and black pants before heading toward the mess hall.<br/><br/>He slipped into the hall as quietly as he could manage. The people around were occupied by something, so it was easy to go unnoticed. The entire room was raised in a chorus of excited chatter. Some of the people felt irritation while others were overjoyed with something. Milo took a spot at a quieter edge of a table and placed his pack beside him before retrieving a piece of wood and slowly carving away. A girl that reminded him of his home near the sea had made him nostalgic; he’d begun carving a shell without meaning to.