:Cowardly Crow: (Heart-ith)

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Harold helped her out, starting to set up the tent as she pulled out the gear, humming some sort of tune as he did and JonJon slipping off and disappearing

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Dari stepped back and admired the work they did, "Now that's a nicely set up tent, if I do say so myself."

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Harold chuckled. "Aye, I agree with that!" He said, walking in and looking around just to make sure it was well set up

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She slipped in after him and fixed up the sleeping furs, "Take off your shirt- I want to see how the wound is healing."

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Harold blinks at her bluntness but listens, taking off his shirt. The wrapping wasn't too red, so that was good news

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She moved over to Harold and gently unwrapped the bandage, peeling it away to examine the wound, "The bleeding has gone way down, which is good. We should probably clean it and give it fresh bandages now."

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"That's good news. Where will we get bandages though? You have some?" He asked, looking at his wound

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"We'll make do with what we have," Dari shrugged, "We can use the snow to clean it out."

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Harold nodded. "Sounds good. Can I put my shirt back on now?" He asked with amusement

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"Pfft, sure, if you're that uncomfortable," Dari chuckled.

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Harold rolled his eyes and chuckled, putting her shirt back on and stretching. "What time is it?" He asked, glancing outside

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"Nearly dusk," Dari replied, shrugging, "Why?"

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"Just asking" he says with a shrug as he flops onto the ground on his back.

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"We could probably cook up something to eat, if you're hungry," She suggested.

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"That does sound like a good idea" he said with a blink, sitting up. "Let-s go now then. I'm starving"

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Dari grinned and jumped up, "Come on,"

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Harold chuckled and got up. "Lead the way. You know these woods better than me."

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Dari grabbed a bow and quiver of arrows, heading out of the tent.

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Harold followed after her and, while they were in the woods, looked for JonJon. He knew that his partner was in here hunting somewhere. He could sense which direction too, but not the completely exact location. "What we hunting?" He asked Dari quietly, as to not scare off any game nearby

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"Probably some hare or wild turkey," Dari replied softly.