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who: Gyda and Ivar
what: intended hunting trip
when: Forward dated to the 14th
where: Abandoned city
warnings: violence: animal attacks, injuries towards a minor.

Ivar told her that he'd been planning this for while, and more than not wanting to let him down, a part of her wished to test herself as well. She'd hunted in the woods with father before, but where Ivar wished to take them was the abandoned City, and as far as she was aware, only those in the Guard were allowed there. That she was even considered ready enough to explore there both excited and scared her at the same time; her family was all made of explorers and it excited her to think she could try her hand at this-even as the thought of what they might run into made her heart leap into her throat.

She had contacted Jenna to tell her about the trip, so they wouldn't hold lessons that day, but her condition for it was to take pictures and write a composition of what she saw. The whole bargain seemed a little contrived, if she were honest, but if it meant a day or two away from studies, she was willing to take it.

The day started just before dawn, the same as any hunt. Her clothes were easy to move around it and made for hard travel. Since she'd been learning to use a bow and arrow, she had those strapped to her back as well, while at her side were two hand axes. On her back, along with her quicker, was everything she'd need to help set up camp-just incase.

They headed out from the quarantine soon after meeting at the gate, and Gyda tried not to look as nervous as she felt. This was no different than exploring or going on a raid-only this time, if they planned on taking anything, it wasn't like there was anyone to fight over for it. There was no real reason to feel this way.

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Ivar was excited to take his sister on a hunting trip. He felt like her skills had sufficiently advanced to allow them to be able to track down and kill animals without there being too much danger to either one of them. Ivar set out with his own gear, his axes strapped to his back, and taking along his bow with arrows.

They'd gone into the Abandoned City, Ivar limping along using his leg braces instead of his wheelchair for the day, trading less stamina for more mobility. "Alright. Keep your eyes open. This place has a lot of nasty things around and we don't want to get surprised." There was a set of promising tracks, something with deep prints and claws, which would make for an interesting encounter.

She nodded, keeping extra alert. Ivar might've had moments were he was more beserker than man, but if he said to be careful of something, there was always reason. She was also aware where they were, and how few (save for outlaws and outcasts) were able to roam so freely.

"Have you hunted here before?" She kept her voice down, a hand at her axe, just incase.

"Several times. It seems that most people who come here are among the tougher inhabitants of the city." He was thinking of Laura, who had explored here before, and Bucky, who often called the place home. One had to be a bit of a badass to live in a place full of ghosts and monsters.

He tapped the tracks with the tip of his crutch. "Why don't we follow and see what lies at the end of these marks, hmmm?" He seemed eager and willing to find something big and full of sharp teeth that they could take on.

She reached over for her bow, pulling an arrow as well, just incase. Anything that could call this place home wasn't something she wanted to get so close to kill with an axe.

She frowned, following him and studying the marks. "They look.." She tried to think of the description. "They look, almost worn down."