[Seasonal Event] Charity Meat

The lack of snow and seemingly perpetual serenity does a decent job of attracting the ground nesting types of birds and small rodents  - pheasant or ptarmigan, ducks, squirrels, groundhogs, even the occasional wild pig. Everything needs to eat and everything needs to drink. It’s amazing what will tromp through the Glade if she’s still enough. Wessex slows her fake breathing down to nothing, making the telltale puffs of warm breath disappear in the frigid night air. Her eyes narrow as she perches on the edge of the open area, bow and arrow at the ready. She scans the eerie quiet around the water- wearing more than usual but still less than the average human; with LongNight so close, the daylight hours are rapidly shrinking, the nights growing longer and longer. This is her time, now. Her time to play in Caido. As for what she’s hunting - it isn’t for her, exactly. Well, it’s for someone - she won’t let meat go to waste. But for whom is still very much up in the air. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm