When shushed by his hunting partner, Odin had to subdue the need to sigh. Even more so when the option of a different beast was presented. While Odin wanted to get out of the cold as much as the other did, he couldn't help but feel something gnawing at his pride when thinking about coming back with another prey in hand.
To avoid being silenced, Odin kept his voice a few decibels quieter. Close to a whisper, even. What a feat. "Are you serious? Is that not the same as completely forsaking the creature we just doomed to the pastures beyond? It will not survive such a wound for long. And you would make its sacrifice for our bellies a needless one? For shame."
Well, he shot it. But he's still claiming equal blame, here.
The mission was 'hunt for food'. The blonde is just adding needless stipulations at this point! Even as the trail they're following grows thinner, Odin seems ready to follow it to the end. Even if finding a different animal was difficult due to the heavy snowfall and loud wind, it would still be easier than chasing this exact same deer.
"Why must we use arrows anyway? Can't I just, like, explode it with some thunder?" Odin asked while pulling open his cloak. Revealing a tome in the inner pocket.
Where was the respect for the animals he was just complaining about?! Just because he doesn't want to say his pride was involved.
@odsfinest
Eyes roll as Odin chides his remarks. "Perhaps instead of looking out for ourselves, we should just freeze in this cold instead. That way the animal can have the dignity of dying with us." Sarcasm dry, his face is still hardened as the blood stains seem to get... redder. That was a good sign.
Hand raising to signal a stop, he kneels down, quick to unsheathe an arrow. Snow molds around the tip as he scoops up the clump of crimson snow. Glancing back into the darkness, his eyes trace the path they'd just walked. The red stains are more vibrant, casting its stains deeper into the hardened snow. Thicker than snow, thicker than water. While the trail they'd just walked is already lost among a stygian seal, what he can see confirms his hunch.
Raising a brow, he almost doesn't even justify the reasoning behind hunting with traditional weaponry.
"Ah, my apologies. We should resort to exploding all which we hunt. I think a nice plate of charred ashes instead of venison would make for a suitable dinner. At least it'd be cooked quicker." Brushing the arrow off on his pant leg, he continues forward.
Perhaps he should tell Odin that they might happen upon their prize. He doesn't. Odin has to learn.
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