In truth, Senka could not remember the last time she had gone hunting with a partner. Most of the time, she was traveling on her own. On the rare occasions when she stayed with packs, she either fended for herself or they provided for her. She was never part of any hunting parties. Last night, however, she went on a hunt and she was not alone. Phobos was there beside her. They brought down their prey together.It was a pleasant thing, the feeling of hunting with another. Not quite pack, but neither alone. She had not even realized that she missed it until then. She was far too wrapped up in her journey for the thought to even cross her mind. The fact remained, however. Even she, with her imagination and curiosity and adventures to occupy her, even she was getting a little lonely, so far from home for so very long, only strangers she would never likely meet again for company.
Perhaps it was time to go home.
A quiet stirring to her left caught her attention. Phobos was waking up. Yes. Perhaps she should be thinking about returning soon. First, however, she had a story to finish collecting, and a thing or two that might interest this particular male in exchange.
