She stalks an elk and rejoices silently after successfully shooting three consecutive arrows in vital points of the elk. It falls to the ground and she happily trots over to it. My mate would be so proud of me if he knew I caught my very first elk...heavily sighs as she swiftly chops off the elk head, taking it out of its physical pain. Chops up the limbs to make it easier to bind in a sling bag over her shoulder. Sweetie...talks aloud as if her mate were beside her...I finally got it...
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