Sweeney shrugs, but continues to consider her question.
"Not sure it matters all that much." When one's starving out in the woods, anything that isn't ants is a fucking blessing.
"Stag is pretty much a delicacy," he concedes. "Though I'm sure elk would run 'long those lines." He sighs as his focus drifts up to the glass above them.
"Spent most'a the lives I remember lucky fer small game." Surely there was a time before, but it's so hard to find in his mind.
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:44 am (UTC)"Not sure it matters all that much." When one's starving out in the woods, anything that isn't ants is a fucking blessing.
"Stag is pretty much a delicacy," he concedes. "Though I'm sure elk would run 'long those lines." He sighs as his focus drifts up to the glass above them.
"Spent most'a the lives I remember lucky fer small game." Surely there was a time before, but it's so hard to find in his mind.