"We should go find him," said Maggie in a hurried voice, reloading the rifle Dylan had lent her. Hers had been left behind in the hobgoblin village, where she had passed out under the fangs of those flesh-hungry hyenas.
"I don't think anything's happened to him. Dylan's careful, after all," Elisa replied, still leaning against the tree.
"Still, it's been almost six hours since he went looking for food… If I'd known it would take this long, I would've offered to share my rations." Maggie forced the magazine into place, making sure it clicked into the weapon.
Truth be told, Dylan had been gone for quite a while. Even though he claimed he was out hunting, Maggie wasn't buying it. It would take more than that to fool her.
