[It gets hard to pass the time, some days. Between mostly keeping to herself while in her shack (still pretty worn, fixed up just enough to keep out the elements but with little to no creature comforts) and sticking to a hard routine around the island, Shepard finds that most of her days are spent in an utter void. After years of almost constant action, of being a string pulled just a bit too tight, these months that stretch with nothing in between leave her antsy.
Initially, when she observes Chara stalking a pack of centipuppies during one of her "patrols", she wonders if its that same bone-deep restless feeling she has being here. Their eyes, from a distance, seem to reflect that very distance. She considers letting them be but... perhaps being alone isn't the best for either of them right now. So a simple fix is in order. Once she is close enough she slows down, watching the carnage.]
Didn't realize it was hunting season. Do you need a hand?
13th!
Initially, when she observes Chara stalking a pack of centipuppies during one of her "patrols", she wonders if its that same bone-deep restless feeling she has being here. Their eyes, from a distance, seem to reflect that very distance. She considers letting them be but... perhaps being alone isn't the best for either of them right now. So a simple fix is in order. Once she is close enough she slows down, watching the carnage.]
Didn't realize it was hunting season. Do you need a hand?