Sep 9, 2014
+wolfofthesunspear
It wasn't the most ideal situation she'd ever been in, but Jamie was making good with what she had. From her little modest camp in the woods, she turned a grouse carefully over the last embers of the last night's fire, hungry for just a little more before moving on for the day. She was so wrapped up in it, in fact, that she didn't notice the approach of a man behind her until he was close enough that, just in holding out her dagger, one lunge could have been enough to sink it into his chest. "Good morning, m'lord," she said brightly, a stark contrast to the threatening stance she took. "What brings you to these woods?"
