Hunting Trip

--- Point of View: Flare Meadowflame ---

Heading out of the weird makeshift wall with Ivy, it feels like we're twelve again.

"Alright, why did you come with me," Ivy said, turning around to face me after we're out of earshot of the Jeralik.

"What do you mean? What's so wrong about going out to hunt like we used to?" I say, playing dumb. It's been irking me all day, and I need to see if it bothers Ivy too.

"Yeah, no. You hate hunting. Hunting is a lot of standing still and tracking, then killing something by surprise, then going home." Ivy said, crossing her arms and seeing right through me. "Spill it Flay, somethings bothering you again."

"Why the fuck are we traveling with? I thought about it all night and even tried to contact my master about it. Nevermind." I say, sighing and dropping my shoulders.

"How's the old dog doing anyway?" Ivy asked, tilting her head yet not letting the conversation go.