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Chapter 5 Pt.II

"The Aftermath of Genesis"

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The snow trails slithered behind the horses like white snakes carving through the pale white powder, the snow piled up less here than back at Camp Colter

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The snow trails slithered behind the horses like white snakes carving through the pale white powder, the snow piled up less here than back at Camp Colter.

They headed up the river, Tulip's raven-black curled hair was being blown by the frigid winds. She looked at Willow, who shuddered. Willow felt a gentle weighty blanket that fell on her shoulders, she glanced back at Tulip. Tulip had removed her wolf pelt and wrapped her in it.

She smiled, a genuine one that was beautifully etched upon Tulip's lips. "Thanks." Willow whispered, who, smiled in return.

Underneath, Tulip was wearing a thick, brown coat, her rosy pink-red bandana was tightly wrapped around her neck. She also wore a gray vest inside.

"Let's head up the river." Charles led, having a deep voice that's as calm as undisturbed water. "I see some of the ground uncovered here." They veered to the right, down the little slope. "Come on, let's try this way. Keep your eyes peeled for any movement."

Willow was examining the ground closely while Tulip kept watch of their surroundings, she noticed that Arthur wasn't bothering to look around. As they moved on cautiously, he was more like blindly following Charles' command. Guessed that hunting wasn't really his forte.

"The winds died down too." They trotted along the river, compared to the time when they were rescuing John, the water was soothing.

"And that's good?" Arthur asked as snow softly flaked the brim of their hats.

"No wind at all is bad, but if it's too strong, they won't move. Now shh, stay quiet." They continued to a serene trot. "Hey, stop here for a second. I see something."

The girls dismounted, Tulip removed her bow and handed it to Willow. She whispered. "Oh, I see... Ya want to see how my huntin' is." She then smirked, her voice low for only Tulip to hear. "Compared to old man Morgan?" Tulip chuckled, rolling her eyes at her ever-cocky student.

"There's deer been here...recently." He said, bending over to inspect the trail.

"How can ya tell?"

"How can you not? Let's walk it from here."

Arthur and Charles hopped off.

"Okay, keep it down. Move quietly and slowly." They all crouched low like a predator. "You see the tracks?"

"I think so...maybe not." Arthur slung the bow to his back, peering into the pearly, colorless canvas of the land.

"Focus. It's easier in the snow but, once you get your eye in, you'll be able to track as nearly as well in grass and woods." The group moved along the river, Tulip showing Willow the tracks and prints in the white dust of winter, Willow dropped all her humorous demeanor and became a determined hunter. She still had a slight prideful grin, but overall, she was serious.

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