Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150527045136/@comment-5543592-20150528014355

When Najiima came home one day, he was there.

Scire sat outside her shack, with his bow resting against the wall along side him, and he sat with his butt against the ground.

He was carving a hunk of wood with his dagger, and it was already primarily done, a carved statuette of a hawk. He didn't look up when Najiima approached, but he knew she was there.