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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"It's good to see that you agree with me." Odin joked.
Seeing his companion drop down and scoop the snow with an arrow as if it was a spoon, Odin was left... befuddled. He knew someone that did something like that once. Albeit long ago. He also wasn't paying enough attention back then to understand the point of it. Which is why this time, as well, he spent some time looking around. Just in case they were ambushed.
...As if bandits would get themselves stuck in the snow like they had. Even the most low-down scoundrels are smarter than that.
"Perhaps it would. I'm just being resourceful with the precious time we have on this world, you know?" He added with the same amount of sarcasm but much less wit. This mission was not going as well as intended. Why does Odin never get along with someone whenever they happen to carry a bow? He sighed for what felt like the forty-eth time, before noticing something. Something that his companion might have noticed earlier.
"Is that a trail leading into that foliage?"
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