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Character || Mella
Stage || Rouge
Battling || Aldabuk
Battle Stat || 19
Defense || 9
Roll Needed || 70-100
Rolled || 94
Outcome || win o.o
Experience earned || [9] x 6 ) / [2] = [27]

Watching the herd moved along while being crouched down in the hard grasses Mella waited until one broke from the heard. She waited a while longer until it busy drinking while she moved forward slowly circling the beast. She didn’t have the best throw and getting to close would be dangerous. Which is why Telwren was off in the grasses in the opposite direction. After a while Telwren woke up and started moving about. The noise made the Aldabuk look up toward where Telwren was which meant her path was clear and she actually stood a chance at hunting. This was something that she had honed with Telwren after a time. He got to take a nap but she got to make sure there was dinner and food for traveling.

Moving quickly she got as close as she could leapt on the beast circling her arm and dragging the knife across it. She had to fall and get away as soon as she could while the Aldabuk took off in a straight bolt. For once Mella was grateful for the soft sands of Tale as they cushioned her fall. Getting up she followed the trail into the hard grasses that had been broken off with jagged ends protruding and slowing her process. Telwren would be with her bags relaxing until Mella managed to find and drag back their dinner and while he was patient enough she was sure her little sail scale would be pouting when she got back. Following the trail she finally broke into a huge grin when she found her prey. It was a mess that much was for certain but good sections of the hide was still useable and more than that it had a lot of meat she could cook up. She not only had more canvas material now but was in less danger of staving. Proud of herself for her skill today she grabbed her knife and set to work.

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