For some reason, you had volunteered to go with Nat to hunt. It was obvious you weren't going to actually kill anything, you refused to even eat meat just because your heart would break at the thought of it. You would never judge others for it, but you yourself would never. So naturally, the bleach blonde was shocked when you raised your hand to accompany her. It was like an automatic response, an even you were mortified by it, but you didn't back down. So, you were handed a gun, and Nat got the knife.

You killed a deer. A sweet, little deer with so much life left to live. As soon as it dropped dead, you dropped your gun, and burst into tears. Sure, it felt childish, but you're too much of a sucker for animals. Nat stood by you, shocked by the kill, until she heard the mournful gasp you let out. Her head snapped over to you, and panic rushed through her veins at the tears running down your face.

"H-Hey, it's alright... uh, don't cry... you did what was right..." She awkwardly turned to hug you, rubbing her hand up and down your back in an attempt to be soothing.