Merevaika
47th Fall 515
Something moved among the grasses, something long and green. She watched as Grey growled at it, batting at the creature with a front paw before jumping back quickly. The snake moved quicker, disappearing among the rushes, but Merevaika was ready with her bow, arrow pulled back and shoulder muscle tight. The arrow traveled a short distance before slicing into the snake, pinning it to the floor.
She had caught that blasted snake, and squealed with delight, not even glancing at the birds that erupted from the ground with the noise. Taking out her knife, she knelt beside the creature, slicing its head off with a quick movement. That darned snake, scaring Grey like that.
She had hunted for a while now, after Grey had got such a shock from it, and started to growl and chase it. He had come so close to being bitten so many times that she began to detest the creature that was putting her dog in danger. Thankfully, she had managed to get it before it did any real harm.
But that wasn't the purpose of the journey out into the wild. The snake had only distracted her from the real reason: a real hunt. And now she had lost the will to track and follow, and instead returned home with only a snake slung over her shoulder. She didn't even want to eat the snake meat. Merevaika knew that the meat itself wouldn't be poisoned, but she still didn't trust herself to eat it. It always left a sour taste in her mouth.
But as she neared her camp, two things happened. Both helped her learn more about her horse. Both showed her things, rather unintentionally, but did so nonetheless. And both things happened to involved snakes, ropes or a mixture of the two.