Corvusia Cornixa
The hooded assassin had been somewhat dismayed that the fog had not thinned since she rested, in fact quite the opposite- it had intensified. Sighing deeply and drawing her bow, Corvusia began to wander through the obscurely low-hanging cloud, and cast Bane to locate something to hunt. The vitality of reserving energy and fluids meant that running was not an option, so instead the pace was set to a steady but quick walk. Every few seconds Corvusia called to the crow, and he would croak back deeply, a sign that he had sighted nothing, but was still in the vicinity.
After a few minutes (though it could easily have been an hour, for all Corvusia knew) Bane let out a shrill squeal, marking that he had located prey. Now a sprint was in order, and as she ran Cornixa drew her bow and loaded an arrow, ready to fire. Bane now hung low, only a metre in front of his mistress, directing her shot. The arrow flew straight and true, and sure enough a sudden thud was the last sound the wild boar would ever make. Corvusia smirked as her eyes met the kill, and Bane had already started to peck around the wound to make the arrow easier to retrieve- he always was a smart one.
Well aware that dragging the corpse too far would be an exhausting feat, it was instead hauled towards the forest path which, at the junction the assassin had discovered, split off in all eight polar directions, like a compass. Vexed at the unnaturalness of the scene, Corvusia set up her tent at the centre, and set about starting a fire to roast her catch. Bane swooped around, checking the area for any threats as the boar crackled steadily over the steady flame. Usually the campfire would be outside the tent, but that would have been in vain- the fog would make it impossible to sustain, and it would attract whatever predators there were in this bleak, horrid place.
The process took a few hours, but Corvusia was patient enough to wait, Bane's company was enough to keep her comforted, and she spent much of the time stroking him as he perched upon her knee. Suddenly he cocked his head, flew out of the tent, and surveyed the area again. As he glided onto his mistress' shoulder, he cawed- someone was here. The hood once again covered the woman's short platinum hair as she stepped outside into the fog. Bane nodded to her left, and stared intently.
"Show yourself, before I shoot." Corvusia spoke sternly, drawing her bow once again.
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