Avril's Hunting Expenditure

Avril rubbed black seed oil on her already healed wounds as she always does every morning. Dakar had said it was to get rid of scars that might want to stay. She was already dressed up for their hunting expenditure even though she didn't want to go. She wanted to go sit by the mountain and watched birds flying with bowls of fruits in front of her. But she needed to put her lessons to practice and she missed wild goat meat.

“You ready?”, Dakar's voice rang.

“Yes. I'm coming!”, Avril answered and stepped out of her room. Dakar was standing in front of her door, holding her bow and arrow-basket. 

“Do we really have to do this?”, she asked as she collected her things from him.

“No, we don't. I'm not even in the mood to run or anything. But you're the one who wants to eat a different kind of meat”. She scoffed and hung her bow.

“Don't try to pin this on