The silence of the forest is, frankly, unnerving as fucking
hell, given everything they know C O U L D be out there.
Between animals and grounder, both of which usually
wanted the sky kids dead, they never went long without
finding SOMETHING before the mountain.
And while they knew they’d have to prepare for this
eventually, that winter would drive everything into
hibernation, the air is still warm, the ground soft, and
hibernation is a long way off.
This is different.
This they don’t have a plan for.
He flinches the moment Murphy’s gun hits the
dirt and snorts when he sees the tantrum for what it
is and nothing else.
“Yeah, ‘cause that’s gonna encourage
B a m b i to come out to play.”
Grantaire shoves his hands into his pockets, gun still
hanging at his hip as he looks around the clearing. He’s
not a tracker, he’s not even an optimist, but the forest
just can’t be as empty as it looks.
Grounders have managed after all.
❝ and keeping my mouth shut is gonna
improve our hunting — ❞
all their little wars and feuds ( explosions and gunfire and
screams howled into the forest ) and they’d never stopped
to think about where it’d lead them ( or if they’d survive
on the scorched land they left in their wake )
❝ maybe if i whisper, they’ll come out of hiding. ❞
he couldn’t be any more sarcastic.
he’d worked through earth skills like the rest of them
and whether he’d excelled or not didn’t change the
fact that somewhere ( somehow ) he’d learnt
enough to know fallen leaves weren’t frequent
enough to have obscured all the tracks he couldn’t
see ( and somewhere this close to the stream and
food sources couldn’t be this scarce unless there
was nothing to lure to it )
a week ago one of the boys from the camp
had caught a boar half a mile from here.
( and now he couldn’t even hear the flutter of birds in the trees )
it smothers them in an uneasy silence
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