Lincoln brushed aside a leafy branch and looked down at the two travelers walking through a nearby field. "They're coming towards our territory," he whispered to the girl behind him.
"Are you thinking of killing them? Because we are not killing them."
Lincoln sighed. "Octavia, we can't just let anyone into our territory or we'll have a whole bunch of inexperienced people just waiting for the next meal that we give them. Or worse, scaring away the hunt."
Octavia scoffed. "Oh, I guess that's what you think of me, then."
Lincoln's eyes softened as he turned to face her. "I don't mean you, Octavia." She just shook her head and began to descend from the tree.
"Octavia!" he muttered, following after her. They both dropped down at the same time and Octavia looked at Lincoln, her eyes surrounded by a dark mask-looking mud covering. Lincoln's face looked similar, except he had a few markings on his forehead and cheeks. "I know you mean well, but we're not killing," Octavia stated. "Now let's head back to camp."
Lincoln said nothing, only put his arm around Octavia's shoulders, and they started walking back.
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FanficWhen a bored Lexa is waiting for her food at the restaurant and an excited girl asks her to go on an adventure, how can she refuse?
