@champave
AFTER THE DEATH OF SYDNEY MURE , alaric figured the woods would be as barren as ever . no straggling campers or young lovebirds getting far - too - friendly behind the bushes , which meant he was free to go out and trained as he pleased . with a duffle bag filled with freshly sharpened wooden stakes and vervain loaded miniature cross bow , the hunter retraced the path he’d taken a dozen times before to a small clearing in the middle of the woods . however , upon nearing this opening , he heard what sounded like someone else who had the same idea . without wanting to create any suspicion , the blonde set his bag down near the entrance of the clearing and let out a small cough , letting them know he was there . “ you like doing cross fit out here , too ? ”
