Camping with Mira (Edan)

It was getting late, and you two had moved much of the body of the Teru. You were taking it back to the now mess of a trampled clearing. Much to your surprise, the parts of the Teru had been much lighter than you had anticipated. Once you had returned to the jungle clearing, there you and Mira had started a fire. You two were beginning to smoke much of the cuts of meat from the Teru. While this was going on, many of the other hunters had finally started to rejoin your party.

Overall, around four of your party had returned, the first was a ragged man, clearly tired from fleeing from the Teru, while the other three young hunters came back carrying a young Oleu, which you butchered similarly to the Teru. You all quickly mourned the loss of the other two hunters; you only recovered one body; it was unidentifiable being mangled by the Teru.

Mira finishes cutting the flesh of the Teru and the young Oleu, hanging the strips of meat on a tree overlooking a fire. The thin strips were drying on the branches, looking like gruesome Christmas decorations.

You sat around the fire, looking at this display; while the others slept the first day over, each one had a heavy cloth over their eyes; each tried from the hunt and bellies full of the choice cuts from both animals.

"So, wil tori awl dis bei da yiqi," "So, we are going to carry all this back to the village?" You asked, looking at the enormous amount of meat.

"Yes," Mira said, stepping down; she has a mischievous smile on her face.

What is that about, you wonder.

Slowly you watch as Mira walked over to the spring, taking off her tunic and throwing it on a nearby rock, showing off her bare body underneath her tan skin glowing under the reddish sunlight. Presenting her naked body to you, her amber eyes were looking back at you, tempting you even more.

She slowly walks under the water running her hands across her well defined and muscular body. She dances seductively under the falls, dipping in and out of the water, her back touching the greyish rock behind it; getting every inch of her body getting wet. I never noticed that, you think as you notice a large scar running down her body, matching the one on her face.

"Wel, are du goin to sid tere? or are du goin to kamin here?" Mira asks, running her curly, wet reddish-brown hair behind her ears, while her mouth is slowly curling into a smile.