Bivouac || OPEN RP
"SHIT." Arlo cursed, lifting his leg and looking at the twig. DAMN, where had that come from? The path was clear- Oh. OF COURSE…one of Fever’s traps. Smart girl, Fever… "Well…guess you know I’m here…" He stepped out into the small encampment, knowing her work even without looking deeply. "Thought you could use some company."
Fever sighed in relief, and stepped out into the open. Her pistol was held negligently in her hand. "I nearly shot you," she scolded him, holstering the sidearm. She leaned against the tree, and flashed him a quick grin. "You were right. Get's a bit lonely out here."











