Mireille had been practicing her knife throwing a lot lately, for the sole purpose of her knowing that she wouldn’t be allowed to take her bow and arrows with her. Luckily for her, it started to work out and her aim only got better of it. Having practically no friends finally did some good for her, she had more time to practice killing things. While she could easily go for humans now, everyone would know she did it even before checking. And with her brother here, she probably wouldn’t make it out alive herself if he decided he had enough of her games. So she would start slowly, getting a little boredom out of the way by trying to get some animals. Mireille was surrounded by trees, knowing that the cabin was more than twenty minutes away from this place. She figured she could practice in..well, peace if she was alone. Suddenly, she heard a noise. Before even checking out what it was, Mireille got a knife as quickly as she could and threw it in the direction of the source. When she turned a bit, she saw a deer. She had hit the poor animal in its back, but it didn’t stop running. “Fuck,” Mireille whispered to herself in an angry tone, knowing that if she couldn’t get to the animal, she just lost a knife. So she ran after it, for once liking her height because of the speed it came with. She ran through the forest, not caring about who would hear her and who wouldn’t, cursing herself the entire way until she found herself in an open area, with practically no trees and knew she lost the animal. “Fuck,” she mumbled once again before flinging a knife into the ground out of anger.
The shortage on entertainment had left Tyler running haphazardly through the camp’s teeming woods, only moments after getting his hands on the small pocket-knife he had brought along with him. There wasn’t much to do around the camp and Tyler couldn’t sit around until something came up, if it even came up. It didn’t take long for him to find trouble—after all, he was a magnet. He stopped running as he heard approaching footsteps. He hid behind a tree, peeking his head cautiously towards the direction the footsteps were approaching. His eyebrows lifted once he saw a deer running along, with a knife stuck on its back but before he could react, the deer had already made its way deeper into the woods. Not long after, he heard smaller footsteps approach and a sharp knife being thrown against the floor. Tyler smirked as he peeked at the familiar figure. “You should’ve aimed for the legs.” He called out, slowly walking out from his hiding spot. “But you already knew that, hm?” He remarked, raising an eyebrow as he stuck his hands in his pockets. “Anyway,” he started, giving Mireille a small smile. “I’ve got a plan, and seeing as you fancy hunting, I’m positively sure that you’ll want to hear it.”