The Great War

={Chapter 5: Patrol Mornings}=

={WARNING: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF ANIMAL HUNTING/DEATH}=

Molten groaned as he woke up the next morning, Lefty was in Molten's tent and shaking his shoulder, and Molten noticed the tired look in Lefty's eyes before he slowly sat himself up. "It's sunrise, I'm going to sleep, I took the last watch shift," Lefty stated with a tired tone as he stood up straight and walked out of the tent without waiting for Molten's response. Molten let out a huff as he got up, tossing the sleeping bag cover off the the side and walking outside into the bright sunrise. Funtime Foxy was already up and putting out the campfire with a small bucket of water, which they must have gotten from a nearby river or stream, and Lefty was in the middle of zipping close his tent when Molten looked around. "Morning, sleep well?" Funtime Foxy asked as Molten sat down on the ground, watching the sunrise and the sizzling smoke emit from the freshly put out campfire. "Eh, as well as I could in a sleeping bag and a tent as thin as paper. You?" Molten replied with a tired and joking tone, looking up at Funtime Foxy as they put down the bucket next to their own tent. "Same as you," Foxy replied with a small smile and a slight nod towards his tent. Molten nodded in response before he stood and stretched his arms upward for a second, before taking a quick glance around the area. "You wanna go on a quick area check? We won't go far from camp since Lefty's sleeping," Molten asked with a slightly bored and curious tone as he looked back over his shoulder at Foxy as he began walking off, even if Foxy didn't go with him, he'd take a small walk alone. "Sure, why not? We've got nothing better to do out here," Foxy replied before grabbing their black muck boots and leather satchel from their tent, quickly putting them on, before they walked into Molten's tent, and came back out with his pair of black muck boots, leather ankle pouch and his leather pouch belt, tossing it all to Molten, who scrambled for a moment to catch it, before giving Foxy a confused expression. "You know, can't be too prepared incase we run into anything, and the boots are for the river nearby, where I got the water, it's a bit muddy around it," Foxy stated with a small shrug as they walked over to Molten. "Sometimes I think I trained you too well," Molten replied with a joking manner as he checked on the four throwing daggers in his ankle pouch before slipping it on, and pulling the muck boots on over it, and stood back up straight as he put on the belt too. Molten didn't like the belt, he wasn't really an accessory kind of person, the only accessories he was on with was the hat and bow, but the belt and ankle pouch were specifically made to hold helpful items for patrols like this, same with the boots, made for patrols, so Molten dealt with them when he had to.

+{The picture at the beginning of the chapter is the satchel for Funtime Foxy and I'll put a photo of the belt for Molten here}+

Bryan woke up with a large yawn, and he stretched before sitting up, rubbing the blur and haze of sleep from his eyes. He heard voices outside, and he climbed out of his sleeping bag and tent, spotting Jon and Davis already awake a little past sunrise, talking next to the put out campfire. "Hey! Morning bud! How'd you sleep?" Jon asked cheerfully as he spotted Bryan walking out of his tent. "Why do you bother asking that? You know I have insomnia," Bryan replied with a tired and slightly joking tone, earning a sort of 'oh, right' look from Jon. "Well anyways, would you mind getting us a rabbit or something? To eat later? You're the archer, and we can cook it over the fire, I'll skin it for you," Davis asked as he gave Bryan a curious expression. "Why? We have-," Bryan began, but he cut himself off as he looked over at the bags containing their food, and saw the bags were torn to shreds, with the food now covered in dirt and claw marks in the dirt around the ruined food. "Yea..., we think a bear got into it last night, I may have fallen asleep during my watch shift, Davis here is upset, but I'm rather happy I was left out of the food menu," Jon stated with an awkward tone, unconsciously rubbing at the back of his neck for a moment, before giving Davis and Bryan an apologetic smile. "I'm glad too, but this still wouldn't have happed if you stayed awake, but sure, I guess I can find us something, I'll be right back," Bryan replied before he walked back into his tent, grabbed a bow and his arrow pouch and quickly slid on the leg pouch before walking back out, heading off away from camp alone to look for a proper prey animal. He spotted a few plump thrushes flying through the trees and branches overhead, but two of those were only large enough to halfway satisfy one person's stomach, he'd need a small deer or a large rabbit to fully satisfy three stomachs, a deer would be preferable, it would keep him and his friends well fed the next few days they're out here, but he had no clue how they'd hold a deer over a campfire, so maybe a large rabbit or two was better than a small deer.

+{Adding a picture of the arrow pouch, because it's not a modern day one that goes over your back, all the weapons and stuff are medieval time based, so also just imagine the thing's made of leather too}+