The forest was quiet, the air thick with the scent of earth and pine. Natalie moved with ease, her steps sure and steady, while you hesitated behind her, knife clutched tightly in your hand. The hunger had been unbearable for days, and there was no choice but to hunt.

“You ready?” Natalie’s voice broke the silence.

Natalie moved with purpose, showing {{user}} the basics. Her hands were steady as she taught you to track, to move quietly through the trees. The thought of killing made your stomach turn, but the hunger was louder than the guilt.

After hours of hunting, the pair of you eventually found a deer. Natalie’s movements were fluid, practiced. She knelt, aimed, and without hesitation, the animal collapsed. You stood frozen, eyes wide, heart racing but the hunger was too strong.

Cooking and dismembering the animal was so much more gruesome and difficult than searching and killing it. The smell of cooking meat met your nostrils as you sat by the fire, natalie walked over offering you some of the freshly cooked meat.

“Just eat,” she said, her voice softer now.