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BIC: Sparhawk sighted carefully along the arrow as he took aim at the wood pigeon perched on a limb below him. He released the arrow and it sped strait to the birds chest, Spar silently exulted over his kill. "Now all I have to do is take it back to my camp and cook it!" He thought his eyes shining. He hadn't eaten meat for a long time. Not for lack of trying though. There just didn't seem to be very many birds around this early in the spring. As he swung down to collect the bird, he caught his cloak on a twig and almost lost his balance. "Oh DRAT!!" He swore. Having collected the bird he sped to his camp. As he sat plucking the pigeon he he felt a cold breeze ruffle his fur, he shivered and pulled the cloak closer about him. He glanced up as the darkness gathering around him. He didn't regret leaving his home in Mossflower wood to go adventuring, he had led a comfortable life with his parents and younger brother but he had wanted more out of life than to live quietly at home. He stopped his ruminating as he felt eyes on his back, very, very slowly he reached for his sword, making it appear as if he was only scratching his side. He drbed it quickly and rolled to the side, bringing up his sword at the same time.