Gael kept her pace into the woods with her bow equipped in her hands.<span style="font-style: italic"> Three Elks... I am not going to be able to carry those...</span>She thought to herself out of Irritation. The sun provided an advantage towards her future victims. Her naked eye didn't stand a chance towards the darkening skies of Scyillya, or so others thought. Mother, and father taught her a lot when it came to surviving, especially at night. Her pace slowed, while the forest began to speak to her ears. "Easy now... Gael... Easy..." she thought to herself as her eyes closed. The birds and crickets chirping through the air, while  the leaves dancing to the winds rhythm, eased into her eardrums. Nothing of importance as of yet. She continued deeper into the forest, setting a temporary camp. The wait for her game was now on. She sat in an Indian position waiting for the Scyillya's lands to give her a sign. More rustling of branches were heard throughout the land.<br/><br/>The sun gave a glimpse of light when she heard twigs breaking. Her eyes shot open, while she got back into her position with her an arrow placed in her bow. A deer searching for food was found in the distance, causing Gael's breathing to settle. It's body hid behind the tree causing her arrow knocked. The bow was still, her breathing paused, and her eyes were ready. Seconds flew by, and a subtle smirk appeared on Gael's face. The arrow penetrated the deer's throat giving it a quick death. She looked upon the sky, and it's lack of sun. The hard part has yet to come for the human.<span style="font-style: italic">Three elks... I can hardly carry a deer...</span>she thought to her self again.<br/><br/>Gael sighed before getting her mind set on the hunt. She sat still waiting for her eyes to adjust to the night. Her bow was equipped with another arrow waiting for more prey to arrive, and with her look. They had. Her breath was once again steady, while her eyes followed the deer ahead. Her first arrow pierced the Deer's head, while the other missed the escapee. It took her a bit to find her last target, another smaller deer with freckles that were concealed under the night. One deep breath helped her guide an arrow to the deer's body. Her task was done... now it was time for to claim her prize. Running towards her first kill, a realization came to her... Deer weren't light. A quick roll of the eyes got her to look for the nearest vine. "This outta do it..." she said pulling the multiple vines from the tree. Her shortsword at hand helped her cut the vines from it's original habitat. Sweat left her pores from the work she had done from this hunt. "This should be easy." she said sarcastically to her self. She tied two of the thin vines into a braid, to help with their durability, and a quick tug helped her test out her creative work. "Gael... this is why I love you." she said admiring her work. It was a task tying all of the deer's legs together.  Her eyes closed, while she took a deep breath.<span style="font-style: italic"> Here we go Gael...</span>She tied the vine to her hips to help her carry her prey. Her hands dug in to the dirt beneath her making her groan every step she took. Her legs trudged along with her hands, making her crawl like a predator. She gained enough momentum, to let her hands off the ground, and now it was time for to meet Asterian near the village.<br/><br/>The smell of smoke gave another smile on her face, when she reached her destination. Gael cut the vine from her hips causing her to fall over. "I hope you can cook." she said with her face lying on the grass below. Her breathing ended being heavy pants, while her eyes felt heavy... "I really hope you can cook." she said again looking at Asterian this time."