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Theo considered herself beyond lucky to have escaped getting mauled or injured by the attacks from not only wolves, but also a bear. Others that she ran into didn’t do so well, and they were loaded up on the caravan which now moved slower due to the injured that lined it. The journey to the Shire would take them a long while, and even Tinnudir seemed quite far away.
She walked along with the group for a while before she felt the familiar pangs of hunger in her stomach. Theo glanced up, catching sight of the poor injured folk and the rangers that needed to stay the course to ensure everyone got to their next rendezvous point on time. Making up her mind, she called out to the group, “I’m going to break off to do some huntin’,” She drew out her bow again, “If anyone not injured wants to join, I’d ‘ppreciate it bunches.”
With that, Theo turned away from the group and began to plod along the snow towards the woods. She decided she would keep her eyes on the caravan, but delve deeper in to look for deer or other animals they could bring back. Theo was more nervous than ever about wolves, and she hoped others in the party would join her.
Thick fog escaped between her lips as she traversed through the slushy ground, the wetness soaking through her boots and shivering her to the core. Theo wasn’t as quiet as an elf, but she had gone hunting enough times to manage her footing enough to not spook animals. She kept an arrow nocked, ready to fire upon any creature she saw.