The Hunting Grounds IV: Drops Contain 0% RNG

[Meowmai]

[Deep in the Woods]

As it turns out, Atreyu had not been exaggerating about how long and difficult the route to his camp was. Kestrel begrudgingly had to admit to herself that actually, yeah, he was right, there was no way she could have kept up with him. So the birdgirl tried to settle in for the ride and get comfortable, as much as one could when clinging right up against the chest of a werewolf bounding through a wild forest. It didn't escape her notice however, that whenever he let go of her so she had to cling on purely by herself, that when he gripped her again his hand would always make it's way to her rear. He had to be doing that on purpose, right?

At last it seemed the two had arrived at their destination, and Kestrel found herself looking around in astonishment. She had expected just a tent, a campfire, maybe an overturned log to use as a seat. That's the most she had ever had for a camp. The birdgirl had definitely not expected to see tree branches woven together to make some treetop hideout. However her initial excitement and shock wasn't quite enough to keep her from hurriedly extracting herself from the werewolf's arms and seating herself done on the pile of furrs. "You knew exactly what you were doing, putting your hand... well, you know where!" Kestrel said accusingly, folding her arms with a huff while visibly blushing.

Even as she pouted though, she did feel a bit guilty for her small outburst. After all, Atreyu had saved her from a potentially quite dangerous situation. She honestly wasn't sure she could've found her way out of the forest if he hadn't showed up, so she relented, and mumbled out a "but, um... thanks though. For the help." It was an honest thank you, even if it didn't necessarily seem like one with the way she was staring awkwardly at the floor.