Day 1

You and Petra walk into the wilderness near your shelter, attempting to become more acquainted at the same time.

"What's the point of this?" Petra groans. "We coulda just talked at your place."

"You wanted to shadow me, right?" You stop and point to a pack of vargs, large wolf-like creatures that prey on anything they don't find to be a threat.

"What does that have to do with the walk?" Petra complains.

You ignore her question and begin to explain that you have been hunting vargs for food since you were a child.

"Okay, so you ate some big dogs... How is this gonna help me control the Darkheart."

"It might not." You admit. "But you asked me to teach you, and it was your idea to shadow me." You point to a varg that has strayed from the pack. "How about you catch us some dinner."

"Fine." Petra rolls her eyes and begins to stomp towards the varg.

The beast notices Petra and readies itself. The crystal materializes and Petra blasts it at the varg.

The varg nimbly jumps around the blast and begins to lunge towards Petra.

A pink aura surrounds Petra's left hand. As the beast jumps to attack, Petra strikes with her left, the head of the varg bursts open.

"Caught your dinner!" She laughs as she yells over to you. "Damn thing was harder to get than I thought." She scoffs.

You walk to Petra and the mutilated varg. "Remember, I've been catching these things since I was a kid." You gesture for her to watch as you walk towards the outer edge of the pack. You poise yourself like a grappler in the ring and begin to step cautiously along with the varg. "Vargs charge at anything they think can't hurt them." You continue to step slowly. "So make yourself look like easy prey." You slouch down slightly. "Always watch their front legs, never their eyes."

The varg seems to shift its full attention to you, and poises to charge. The other vargs look at you and gather around.

"It's waiting for a moment to strike." You fake a fumble and the beast makes its move.

You shift your footing and lunge forward at the beast as it jumps to strike. You pin its front legs and slam its jaw by forcing your arm upwards. You slide your footing and use your free hand to scoop the rear end of the creature into the air.

The varg yelps as it slams into the ground on its back. You pin your knees into their stomach and neck, holing the jaw with your hands. "And now its at your mercy."

The other vargs cautiously step away from you. You snap the vargs neck, paralysing, but not quite killing the beast. The few vargs that stood their ground leave in a hurry to catch up with the pack in response to the sound.

You lift the varg from the ground and walk back to Petra, you notice a mostly hidden blush on her face, a look of excitement in her eyes. "That was awesome!" She says, snapping out of her weird trance.

"It leaves them in much better condition than your method, too." You let out a chuckle. "This one will be dinner."

Petra's mood depletes immediately. "Asshole." She grumbles.

Back at the shelter you and Petra are gathered around a fire, cooking the varg.

"You got any drinks?" Petra asks, grabbing more of the varg from what's ready to eat.

"No." You respond as you remove the final batch of varg meat from the fire and place it in the basket of ready to eat meat.

"Damn." She sighs, her mouth full.

The two of you talked around the fire for some time.

You enter your shelter with Petra and glance at your rag-bed.

"Shit." Petra says as she comes to the same realization. "We could fight for it?"

"No."

"Worth a shot." She looks around for a moment. "Fine, take it. I'm the one who barged in anyway."

"You can be reasonable." You chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah." She sits and leans against the wall. "The hell am I gonna sleep?"

You eye Petra for a moment. "Go ahead and use the bed." You sigh.

"For real?" She perks up immediately.

"Sure." You open the shelter door.

"Thanks!" She practically jumps into your rag-bed. "Hey, it's actually pretty comfy." She looks at you as you take a step outside. "Where you goin?"

You grab the varg's pelt from the box near the ash from your fire. You rinse it thoroughly using water from your rain barrel. You then hang it from your clothes line.

"What are you doing?" Petra asks from the doorway.

Your arms and legs become shrouded in Darkheart. A pink aura gathers around your feet as you poise yourself. You step into a powerful hook, creating a strong gust of wind.

Petra watches intently from the doorway.

You repeat the process until the pelt is dry.

"That was pretty fucking cool." Petra laughs as you walk back to the shelter with the pelt.

You toss Petra the pelt and rip the sheets from your rag-bed. "That should be warmer anyway."

Petra's face goes red. "What a gentleman." Petra teases. She fake swoons in a comically exaggerated manner.

You fold the sheets into a pillow and then lay on the floor, covering yourself in your tattered blanket.