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[adminarot3p]

He listened to her, telling him about what a human could and couldn't eat. He was well aware what a human could an could not eat. He sighed, sometimes humans mystified him. He sniffed at it, and smelt the rot. He shrugged, and drug it down to the stream, maybe he could soak out the rot. He laid it half out of the water and turned. Before he did so he saw something out of the corner of his eye, slipping by. He whipped his head around, but whatever it was was gone. He sniffed at the air, hoping to catch a sniff of it. To no avail, he huffed, clearing his throat. He turned back to the path, working his way up it slowly. He suspected the other invading werewolf, but was not sure. He put it to the corner of his mind, and returned to n empty camp. He growled, and was startled by the soft music of her voice. He listened, music being a part of him, as it was his main source of communication. He began to growl, and build sound in his chest. He finally let it flow, so like liquid sorrow from his mutilated jaws. It caressed the soul, brought it into its cold arms and held it against its will. His cry was that of shared anguish, empathy woven into it with gentility. He let free this sad song, notes rising and falling in syncopy.

[Genevieve Locklie]

After finishing her song. She looked up to him "Percival. I'm sick... My neck is infected... If I can't clean it, or take antibiotics for it. I will succumb in one way or another..." She said still holding her legs to her chest. She really wanted Aldrid, no. No more wanting. She didn't want Aldrid, she needed him She needed him here right now, holding her telling her everything is going to be okay. And doing her the favor of removing the terrible scab on her neck. Then having to pick out whatever flesh has died, and washing it and sealing it properly... or else.

[adminarot3p]

He rounded the side of the lean to. He sat before her again, so like his puppy self. Suddenly he was human again, switching from the two in instants. He stuck out a claw and took her under the chin. He tilted her head back and revealed the scab. He brought his head closer to her neck, He was centimeters from her flesh, he could see the heat coming off of her jugular and carotid, feel the beat of her heart. His pupil dilated, and his good lip rose, baring his great teeth. He opened his mouth slightly, just enough to take her neck into his mouth. He leaned in... and inhaled deeply through both his mouth and his nose. He breathed out warm, flesh scented breath on her neck and shoulders. He pulled away and scowled at her.

" It is infected, but if you get it soon, it will not spread."

[Genevieve Locklie]

She looked at him her eyes slightly wider than normal. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. He had actually just scared her. She held her breath as if she was facing her death. She sat frozen. Her fear overwhelming her. The primal instincts that, Percival as a predator, would bring forth in her. The adrenaline began it's course through her veins and she could feel her heart begin to pound harder in her chest.

[adminarot3p]

He dismissed the wild look in her eyes for panic brought on by the realization of having an infected laceration on her neck so close to her brain. He waited for her to talk with his usual pragmatic, unamused look on his face.It was tempered now with an ever present snarl thanks to the werewolf now chilling in the stream of water rushing to their north. He waited for her reply, crouched and bent.

[Genevieve Locklie]

"D-don't kill me!" she begged shutting her eyes, thinking he was about to launch himself at her. "I'm not broken! I'll live! PLEASE!" She screamed. She scampered to her feet and put up her fists. She put her bad leg behind herself. Her elbows tucked next to her ribs, her hand in a six inch radius from her face. She readied herself to fight a hopeless battle.

[adminarot3p]

He snorted in surprise at her actions. He rose at her fighting stance and backed away. He was not in a condition to be fighting and killing his easy meal ticket. He furrowed his brows at her.

" Calm yourself Sparrow, sit, and rest your leg, you have done enough walking and stretching of it today. Sit, and i will fetch you something to eat." He commanded this, not messing around anymore. She would act accordingly around him. He rose slightly and moved his arms away from his chest, making himself look bigger. He would force her into submission if he had to, but he didn't want to, not really. It would cost him energy he could be using to track down more prey for them. He growled to himself, small and in his chest.

[Genevieve Locklie]

She stood there staring at him for a minute. She had food sitting right there on the fire, just with no way to eat it. She stalked to the fire like she was going to destroy it and roughly removed her stew from the fire. She looked to Percival with a deep burning in her eyes. "I'm going for a walk, I will be back. And do not follow me." She gave him The Look. 'The Look' was an expression a woman made that if the man disagreed and did the opposite of what she said, she would obliterate his existence. "I'm not kidding. I want privacy, I can hear you following me, so don't. And don't give me that bull shit about I'll get hurt. I'll be fine."

[adminarot3p]

He did not move out of her way as she passed by, almost colliding with her. He turned to watch her walk away from him, twards the fire and in an attitude. He watched with amusement as she stomped around, preparing this and that. He listened as she spoke, not moving a face muscle.

" I will go if i so choose. This is my forest and as long as you are under my protection i will protect you as i see fit." His tone was flat, bland. He was set in stone as he met her look with his own.To emphasize his point he rumbeled deep in his chest, near to the sound of a muted roar.

" You had plenty of privacy when i was out patrolling the borders, and if you want to relieve yourself, i do not care, you are more than welcome to build something to shield you from prying eyes."

[Genevieve Locklie]

"No, Percival. If I wanted to take a piss, I would relieve myself wherever regardless if you are watching. What I want is privacy of the mind. Where I can think quietly to myself and have some alone time. Before the world went to shit, I was not a social person. I don't know if you have noticed my skin tone but I am two people in one body. I was humiliated in my culture and shunned into my own world. So do not give me this all mighty shit. You can have your fucking reign, I do not care for the whole Male dominance. I got enough of that bullshit when I was engaged. You need to understand that there will be symbiosis in this relationship. Yes, I know right now that I am not at my peak condition. And neither are you. So keep it to yourself. Because in order for all of us to survive and flourish, we need to work together. So now. I am going to leave, and go over into the clearing. I am going to have some meditation time, that is if you don't mind." she spoke with heat in her voice. The last part was sarcasm as she grabbed a stick from the fire and headed off into the woods. The part of the stick she held was unscathed and the other end was alight with flame. She walked off through the path. Calming herself with the darkness

[adminarot3p]

He waited until she was a safe distance away, flicking his ears around for signs of danger, and scaled a tree. He hopped from tree to tree, several feet from the ground. He kept his distance, two or three yards from her, but he did not let her out of immediate hearing range. He did not care for words, they slid off of him like water droplets sliding from a ducks back. Was it not actions that spoke louder? He descended and moved farther ahead of her, reaching the clearing on all fours. He kept to the tree line and picked out a rather thickly leafed oak, concealing himself in it. His paints had faded, and he would have to re apply them soon, he was starting to patch through. He could hear her moving in the light layer of pine needles that bathed most of the forest floor.

[Genevieve Locklie]

She stopped in a small clearing where flowering plants had bloomed. The soft fire light dancing and playing with the shadows across the flowering plants. She set the flaming stick down and began her own little fire. she kicked away the brush around the fire, down to the dirt. After waiting for the fire to catch and placing some wood nearby she drew a circle with her heel in the dirt around the fire. It was large enough that she was able to walk around the fire inside it.
She stood on the north side of the fire and breathed deeply in and out.

"Come sit with me, so I may listen, listen to the whispers of the gentle breeze.
Bring here with you knowledge of the wind, a story of life I need to know.

Come sit with me, so I may see, see the colors of the burning flame.
Bring here with you courage and strength to will on forward, towards the light.

Come sit with me so I may taste, taste the tears of sorrow and joy.
Bring here with you healing waters, so I may dare taste the power of love.

Come sit with me so I may touch, touch in silence the wisdom of earth.
Bring here with you, patience and growth, so I may grow solid and wise.

Hear me calling, see me dancing, taste my tears and touch my soul."
She sang these with power and emotion in her voice. She was envoking the elements. Inviting them into her circle. Calling them to help answer her prayers. She could feel the heat of the flame surrounding her with warmth. She could feel the strength of the earth beneath her feet. She could hear the wind whispering its call to her in the trees She could feel that cooling of the water balancing the heat from the fire.
"Great Goddess, I ask that you join me in my circle, and give me guidance as you have so led me on the right path before." She waited and could feel the lively electricity that she felt when she knew The Great Goddess was with her. She could feel her hair being gently played with by the breeze. She looked up into the night sky. The sky was painted heavily with stars that were most heavenly beautiful to her. "Great Goddess, I ask you that you grant me the power of the elements. From the Wind, I ask that you grant me knowledge, and help me to understand. From Fire, I ask that you grant me courage and the strength, to help me carry on. From the Water, I ask that you grant me happiness to was away my sadness. From the Earth, I ask that you grant me patience to overcome these burdens I must carry. From your soul, your eternal balance, I ask that you grant me the energy to carry on every day." She finished holding her hands up to the night sky. The wind gently wrapped around her carrying soft words. "Bear your burdens only once more child." She heard before the she became confused. Feeling weak she collapsed to her knees, her head drooping. Her hands reached reached up covering her eyes to stop the uncontrollable tears. Then fear coursed through her, and she felt so overburdened with these emotions. She felt drained.
The winds blew gently around her and she realized she was giving what was asked of her. The flames in the fire licked higher into the sky and she felt the warmth envelope her and she felt her strength return to her legs. She stood up and felt small drops land on her shoulders and face, cooling the heat of the fire washing her anew with happiness. She felt the strength of the earth beneath her feet and she no longer felt burdened anymore. She looked up again into the sky and lifted her arms up. She watched the lightening strike in the distance. Almost instantly she felt that same electrical buzz coursing through her. She felt more alive than she had ever felt.
"Thank you, I release you wind. Thank you, I release you fire. Thank you, I release you Water. Thank you, I release you Earth. Thank you Great Goddess, I can always trust on your guidance, I am grateful for your guidance, wisdom, power and strength. You always put my spirit at rest. Blessed be." She said and heard a whisper leave on the wind. She looked down at her fire and rubbed out the circle and sat before the fire. Her legs criss-crossed and her hands palm down on her knees. She breathed in deeply, and exhaled slowly. She prepared her mind for the meditative state she would enter.

[adminarot3p]

He watched only from the corner of his eye, instead of watching what went on in the clearing he was more concerned about what was taking place around it. He saw ground squirrels, a fox and some doves. Nothing that would effect her too much, and what she did not see would not hurt her. Because he would see it first. He crept from the tree, under the veil of the droning cicadas, and made his way on the outskirts of the clearing, sniffing the ground, testing the air. He would protect her, because he wanted to.

[Genevieve Locklie]

Genevieve meditated for as long as she could before the rain was making her too cold to focus. She stood up testing her injured leg in the cold. It was a little sore, but she could deal with it. She threw dirt on her fire and headed back to the camp to try and warm up. She was still thinking about Aldrid, and if he was ever going to come back. She tried to keep positive and make sure that she wasn't focusing on the negative. She made her way slowly back to the camp fire. Shivering by the time she made it back.

[adminarot3p]

He walked alongside her gently, but a few feet away. He crossed her path a few times, wanting to make sure there was nothing around her. As they broke the tree line He joined her, massive above her slender frame. His calf pained him, the wound no doubt infected, but he trusted his body to fight it. If need be, he would curl up in a secluded area with, most preferably, aldrids corpse, waking only to eat and relieve himself. He would heal well. But the wounds on his face were coming along well. He would not mention the pain to Genevive, it would only worry her. He surveyed the camp. There had been nothing moved from when he last saw it, so he was pleased. He did a once over anyway, sniffing to see what was where. He looked to gen when he was done.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked gruffly, his voice a little deep with pain.

[Genevieve Locklie]

"Sleep well?" she was a little confused by his question, seeing as that she would be going to bed soon. She stopped in her tracks placing a hand on his shoulder gently. "Percival, are you alright sweetheart?" She was never one to hold grudges. She couldn't. All of the yelling she had done was her defense mechanism. She had learned it young to protect herself from the cruelty of humanity. She also knew he knew that. But she had been serious with everything she had said. She wants privacy. She wants to be alone... The cold rain was running down her body washing her gently. Genevieve watched him with her ever-caring eyes watching for any little fib or dismissal of her accusations. She favored her right leg, holding her weight all on her tiring left leg. She rubbed his shoulder gently.

[adminarot3p]

"I am well, it is you who needs to go into the lean to and get out of the wet. The water will loosen the scab on your neck, and if you are not ready for it to come off that is a bad thing. Go, you must."

He approached her, making shooing motions with his hands, pushing at her gently. He wasnt interested in her getting a cold not when they were both this injured. He would ork the scab off of his and lick the wound clean, something he would not dare do with Gen. The taste of unadulterated human blood would set him off, and he had no intention of eating her, even if supplies ran short. He stopped internally, and said it again. Why would he not eat this readily available source of food that would not turn no matter how much of his saliva entered her bloodstream? He snarled to himself for being such an idiot, but kept pushing her twards the lean to, though never touching her he crowded her, making her want to go, using her earlier weakness, when she ealised she might die from the wound on her neck.

[Genevieve Locklie]

As menacing as he was trying to be she saw through it. There was deeper caring to his voice. She turned and her hands placed gently on his jowl and she leaned in and kissed him softly on his nose. She turned quickly and flashing her amazing smile at him and jogged forward a bit before she turned to him. "Hey, Percival." She called slowly to turn back to him. "You're the best dad I've ever had!" she called out and giggled turning away. She picked her pace back up and loped up to the lean to. Her neck was moving a bit more freely and she could feel the mush on her neck becoming softer.

[adminarot3p]

He jolted from the touch to his sensitive muzzle. He raised a lip at first, feeling threatened by her getting into his defenses, but then he mentioned something else. He huffed grumpily, shrugging off the comment, but he was actually roiling inside. She called him her father, why did she do it and why did it bother him so? He was an animal, and his stint away from people made him revert to his animalistic ways. He grunted as she did what she was supposed to do, impertinent wretch. He found himself grinning slightly as he walked to the other side of the lean to, to check on his wall of pine needles. They would need re spreading after the rain, being bogged down with water did help insulation but not rate of decomposition. Maybe they would start a compost pile, to keep them warm in the winter. He mulled this around in his head as the water droplest slid off of his painted hide. He would find the man, strip him of his fat, and use it to make more paints. He was a very orangey pale pink, and that didnt blend well in the darkness. He grumbeled to himself about tired, cold bones.

[Genevieve Locklie]

She sat down in her lean to. There were a few spots that rain dripped through but otherwise it did it's job of keeping her dry. That is unless the winds picked up. Then this whole thing would crash to the ground. She sat cross legged and wedged her mirror in between a few branches and began slowly picking the scab off of her neck. She started on the edge, where it was thinnest. She began breathing heavy as she pulled of a section that had attached it's self to live skin. She didn't cry out but her eyes watered and the pain sent her fingers trembling. She had to stop for a minute to calm her fingers down. She knew she wasn't going to be able to do this by herself. She needed Aldrid here to slowly pick the scab from her. There was only so much pain that one person could inflict upon themselves. Blood trickled down her front and she sighed. She longed for him. Wished he was here to keep her warm. Warm. She turned her head abruptly to the fire. The rain was beginning to soak it out. She jumped to her feet and stumbled over to the fire. "Percival. The fire is going to go out. Shred me some dry bark if you can. As much as you can. I need to keep this lit!" She grabbed pieces of branches that were extra from her lean to. She began shoving them into the ground around the fire pit. After placing the branches she grabbed Green Palm frawns breaking them from their hold. She collected a large pile and ran back to the fire. She began setting up the frawns over the fire so the water would run out of the fire. She grabbed her pot and stuffed it into the center of the fire where the palms didn't quite cover. The fire was down to just coals and she was panicing. She watched as each drop hit the pot and sizzled. She hoped it would either continue doing that or it would fill some and begin to boil. To keep the water out of the fire. To keep there fire lit for them to guide their way home. She coaxed a few flames back with her breath and waited for Percival to return with kindlin.

[adminarot3p]

He recognized the scent of blood, and was enticed. She was bleeding. He rushed over to her, half out of hunger half out of concern. She was yelling something at him, but he wasn't focused. Fire, he heard fire. The rain was putting it out. He began to look for dry pieces, under pine needles, lower dead branches. He had gathered a few hasty pieces before he returned.

"Will this be enough?"

[Aldrid]

It was sometime before headlights would penetrate through the gaps of the trees, illuminating the camp momentarily before flashing over the open ground, revealing the obvious approaching vehicle, coupled by the dull rumbling of the engine. The sound of gravel crunching under the tires. The soft squeak of breaks, and the engine died as well as the light. In the cab, Aldrid sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair before looking at his companions, noting their fatigue and allowed them to sleep. He was still stiff from his escapade in the city, along with received injury. The hinges protested as it was suddenly forced open, allowing him to stumble out, thoroughly exhausted. He was a mess, and knew it. He didn't want Genevieve to see him like this, tear streaked, matted and covered in grit and grime. She had no reason to see the remains of shed tears, didn't need to see his moment of weakness, though now passed. He quickly wiped his face with a rag, slamming the door shut behind him. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, though of course the gloom eventually began to yield to the pathetic looking camp. His knees finally gave out, causing him to slide down the side of the ambulance which he so carefully rested against, forcing himself to be sat on the packed earth. Tilting back, his head gently bumped the cool frame, his eyes gazing along the stars, seeming to draw paths with his eyes and images amongst them.

[Genevieve Locklie]

"Yes, that should get it going." She mumbled setting it onto the coals, she blew gently on them. As she coaxed it into a flame she saw a flash of light from the corner of her eye. She turned her head just in time to see a large vehicle pulling up about a hundred feet away. The lights cut off on the vehicle. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the now darkness. She saw a man get out of the vehicle. Her first thoughts were of Aldrid. But hesitation stopped her as she feared it might be an intruder. She stood and slowly made her way through the darkness towards the vehicle. She watched as the man collapsed next to the vehicle. She saw the gleam of the ring and her heart immediately sank. 'Oh no...' She thought, fearing the worst. She began moving to him. Knowing Percival would be somewhere close by if there was an ill turn of events. Once she was close enough she had no doubts. "Aldrid!" She wrapped her arms a around him as she kneeled next to him. "You're back..." She practically sobbed the words "I thought you had... Had..." She couldn't bring herself to mutter the words, for fear one day it would be all to real. "Are you okay? Have you been injured?"

[Aldrid]

[/font]Aldrid looked up as Genevieve came rushing over to him. She was okay. The sight of her brought forth a fresh stream of tears. He couldn't hold it back anymore - couldn't lie to her about the truth of his dismay and how he felt. As her arms wrapped around him, he pressed as close to the woman as physically possible, ignoring the various pricks of pain that tore through his body. His arm throbbed painfully, alternating between a dull ache, and sharp shooting pains from where the bone had broken. After simply sitting there for a few minutes and crying out the last of his energy, he pulled away from her and gave a tired smile. His eyes looked haunted, more so than when he had left her, and it was clear he had been through hell or worse.
It was then he remembered Theo sleeping in the passenger seat and the supplies he had managed to scavenge with the help of Vasilla. He rose to his feet, his body protesting from the strain he constantly put himself - it wouldn't be long before he would collapse again and refuse to move until he recovered, "T-there is someone you need to meet..." he muttered before peering in through the driver side window at the young boy. He looked over his shoulder at his love, and gave a slight nod, "It looks like I'm a father..."
Aldrid felt the events of everything he had endured suddenly catching up to him. He couldn't take it much longer. Sitting himself back on the ground, it was obvious he wasn't moving very far on his own. He let his hands fall to the cold earth with a slight thud, and a hiss of a sigh rushed out of him, his nostrils flaring. He was so tired... could he finally sleep now? He didn't stop to think about it, and instead felt his mind drifting off and away from this world, slowly spiraling through his consciousness until he was met with a numbing sensation and blackness. The pain was still present, but it was bearable, more like slight pricks to remind him of the damage rather than to actually hurt. He survived - and he had come back with more than what he had set out for. Soon enough even the pain began to fade, and his head slumped forward, his chin touching to his chest. The only indication that he was still alive was the faint snoring and the rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to breathe.

[Admin]

[This post is to officially write out Marikoharuno's character: Mariko. After several attempts of communication, she will be written out. Please make note we do our best to handle writing out characters as best we can. We do not control other peoples characters under any other circumstances, and we try to handle them as we would want others to handle our characters in a similar circumstance. Also, if you have any problems with it, shove it, you shouldn't have abandoned your character. That is all. ~Admin]
Mariko couldn't bear the weight of her burdens anymore she would be dead weight to this family. She would rather die and be reunited with her family, than to become a burden to someone else. Winter was fast on the approach and she knew she would be another mouth to feed. She thought for a moment as she laid in the back. They had been generous and given her food and water, that she now wish she had not taken. Silent tears streaked her cheeks as she slid her small pocket knife from her jean pocket. Her guilt and anguish consumed her, spreading through her entire being. She flicked out the blade and slide it up her arm. A long gash starting from her wrist and ending just shy of the bend in her arm spilled forth blood. She folded the knife shut and set it gently on the gurney. She looked out the back windows watching the raindrops slide down the window. Flashes of lightening lighting up the night sky behind them. She felt no pain, she only felt the numbness creeping up her legs. She thought of her family, and wether or not she would see them, her last thought was wether she would become a mindless monster like the others had. She hoped she wouldn't. And with those final thoughts her mind went blank. Her head rolled to the side, her vision of Theo curled on his fathers lap. Her eyes blurred. She took her final breath. She would finally be able to rest now. [ Carry on. ]

[Genevieve Locklie]

Genevieve looked into the ambulance. Her eyes focused on a young boy curled up on the seat. She pulled open the door and grabbed him by his arms. And gently pulled him closer. He was warm and alive. She would need Percival's help, for she couldn't carry them both and would not leave either one here to defend themselves while she carried the other back to camp. That's when she noticed a young girls face behind the cab seating. Her eyes were hazed over and staring blankly. She was dead. She pulled the boy from the ambulance fearing the girl might be one of them. The boy was heavy in her arms. He must be at least eleven or twelve, his face told her he was not. Maybe eight? She thought. "Percival," she whispered trying not to wake the boy, "I need your help, carry Aldrid back to the camp please." She knew he would be close by. "We will come back in the morning when it is safer to check out what they brought back, there is also a girl in the back, she is dead, you can have her." She looked down to Aldrid, her face flushed red, she realized she was jealous. Who was this girl, did Aldrid kill her to bring back to Percy? Or did he kill her to stop me from finding out that he cheated? She looked away from him out into the woods. How could she allow herself to think that Aldrid had done that. She knew he was bit that way. She looked back to him, the ring on his finger. Father huh? She smiled a bit. Did that mean she was a mom? "I wonder what your name is." She cooed to the boy as she gently stroked his hair.

[adminarot3p]

The male was not pleased. Why did he have to carry Aldrid? He looked down at the torn man at the wheel. He was bleeding, the saliva pouring from Percivals torn side was evidence enough. The smell of gore, fear, it was intoxicating. He was in the process of anchoring himself when he reached out for Aldrid. His great, dirt stained hands; tipped with flesh rending claws. He had ended lives with these, removed their vitals and shoved them into his throat. He touched Aldrid and was urged to squeeze, and did slightly, but still he heaved him up by his arms and threw him over his shoulder. The male stood and started to move away, waiting for Gen to catch up with him.

[Genevieve Locklie]

Genevieve gently hefted the boy up a little higher on her hip. Her hip throbbed slightly adjusting to the new weight. She realized they were a group of broken pieces, fighting to keep a calm picture. She grabbed the blue back pack and slung it over her shoulder. She figured it was the boy's because there was a stuffed puppy in it. She began walking down the leaf littered path the bag was heavy and lumpy against her back and side. She carefully placed her steps, but made her way back to camp. She caught up to Percy, and gently patted his side, "Thank you Percy, it really means a lot to me." She smiled. "I'm a mommy and that makes you a grandpa." She chuckled lightly to herself

[Theo]

Theo heard sounds around him as he woke up. His head rested against someone's shoulder. He was being carried. He heard the voice of a lady, that must be my new mommy he thought. His eyes were blurry, he blinked a few times and yawned. Fresh tears cleaned out his eyes. He realized there was a giant dog monster walking with them. That must be the Guardian of the city they were going to. The city of elves he thought. He surely was excited. He wanted to see his new moms face, dad had said she was beautiful. So she must be. Her hair was a deep black and it was in hundreds of braids. He was amazed, that must take forever to do that with all that hair. He looked down and saw Genevieve's plump naked breasts bouncing gently with each step. His face flushed red and his gaze lingered before he looked away. He remembered human growth and development in middle school it talked about breasts and what girls did with them. He remembered the sexual education and it explained how men and women had sex with each other. It also talked about masturbation and puberty. He had had a few wet dreams before. It was weird and made a mess on his pajamas. He realized his peepee in his pants felt funny. It felt uncomfortable sitting on her hip and he wiggled in her arm to adjust himself. He was really embarrassed and hoped she would set him down, that's when he saw the campfire. Smoke rising up into the trees, they must be getting close

[Genevieve Locklie]

Genevieve looked to his face as she felt him wriggle. His face was beat red. She thought he must be embarrassed to be carried by her. She was more than happy to set him down. She set him down just as they entered the campsite. She bent down and tilted his chin up. "You okay young one? What's your name?" She asked taking her hand from his chin. She stood up straight and moved into the center of the campsite. She had been so used to being naked the thought hadn't even crossed her mind that she was even naked. The rain had finally let up and she moved to the fire to dry off.