He walks to the fields, his daggers in hand. Keeping his guard up for if something- or someone- attacks. Scanning the area for anything, Hale makes sure he doesnt miss anything. he keeps his steps as quiet as possible as he doesnt need the thing running away. making his way through the tall grass, almost tall as him. he finally gets to whatever it was and his eyes narrow at the sight, Frozen in place.
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