You were standing in a small clearing, your hands working diligently to skin a deer. Your hands brushed against the fur every few seconds, simply taking in the feeling of it. As you were almost finished, you heard the familiar sound of a horse’s footsteps behind you. Turning around, you noticed none other than Javier Escuella.

“There you are, friend.” His enticing accent apparent as ever. “Dutch is worried about you.”

He had a small smile on his face, one made ever so obvious by the patch of sunlight that he had wandered into.