KaiserElectric
Total Freakin Besties
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Silence descended with the falling snow, punctuated only by the distant howling of wolves and the heavy footfalls of the two hunters. The grey-scaled woman pushed aside bare branches with her spear as the male followed her, the carcass of some wooly mammal slung over his back. While hunting for food had been superseded by farming for the past few years, the Jolustrym never considered giving up hunting. To the Jolustrym, a meal was more satisfying if you risked death to get it.
"That tree is familiar," the male commented, adjusting the weight of the animal. "Are you leading us in circles again?"
"Dearest Aezath, we've been together for nearly fifteen springs and you still doubt my pathfinding?" the female countered, prodding a suspicious mound of snow with her spear tip before continuing.
" No more than I doubt your prowess with the spear," Aezath said cooly. "Forgive me if getting saddled with the kill has made me impatient."
"I was saddled with the last kill, dearest."
Aezath rolled his eyes and elected not to continue the argument. "Well, we'd better get home quickly. This thing is already starting to smell."
Seraleath turned to face her husband, a bemused expression crossing her face. "I never knew the great Aezath Immithson to be such a complainer."
"Why complain? Our sons and daughters will eat well tonight. Better than last night, at least."
"We have plenty to eat, dearest." She resumed the tapping of tree branches as she lead them through the woods.
"Plenty? We have fish." he countered, coating the offending noun in as much bile as he could muster. "Disgusting things. I'd sooner lick the mud off my boots. Just as satisfactory and not nearly as rancid."
"By all means, do so. So long as you remain skilled in your field..."
Aezath gave a short bark of laughter. "Who's doubting who now? Wait fifty springs more before you dare to slander my name, else I will need to remind you of my skills."
"Speaking of which, Whitestone, due north." Seraleath shot a prideful look back at her husband. "Are you going to apologize for insulting my pathfinding now?"
Aezath's response was to grumble something incoherently.
I think my next story will be something a bit more descriptive, but this will do for now.