Cain knew of his lover's abilities of course, and thanked the heavens his lover had them or they might not have reunited even if the passed within half a mile of each other. He had shouted hoping to be picked up by those senses, and was glad that he hadn't given up like he was close to being.
"Good hunting. I love you," he murmured back to the wolf as the majestic creature dashed off.
In two hours, Cain managed to clear a nice clearing for them and by some feat, had a small fire going in a pit that he dug out with his hands and surrounded by rocks and wood. He had foraged back some dryer wood pieces they could use to burn and the plant life gave the fire a strange greenish tint when it burned, but it was just as hot and just as good as a normal fire and no weird smells or gasses got released, so he deemed it safe enough to continue.
When Elijah returned, there was the fire and relatively straighter sticks they could use to spear the meat, as well as flatter sharp pieces of stone they could scrape and skin with. These items were laced in separate piles in the clearing, and the immortal himself had laid down and was napping lightly by the flickering flames. The night had been fitful, and he was weak and tired. Knowing his lover was safe and the fire going well, he relaxed enough to rest his head, until Elijah's return, and his stray water droplets, roused the immortal from his slumber.
"Hey..." He groaned, blinking owlishly at the flames highlighting his lover's form. "You're back. The hunt went well?" He yawned, sitting up.
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Date: 2021-02-16 05:39 am (UTC)"Good hunting. I love you," he murmured back to the wolf as the majestic creature dashed off.
In two hours, Cain managed to clear a nice clearing for them and by some feat, had a small fire going in a pit that he dug out with his hands and surrounded by rocks and wood. He had foraged back some dryer wood pieces they could use to burn and the plant life gave the fire a strange greenish tint when it burned, but it was just as hot and just as good as a normal fire and no weird smells or gasses got released, so he deemed it safe enough to continue.
When Elijah returned, there was the fire and relatively straighter sticks they could use to spear the meat, as well as flatter sharp pieces of stone they could scrape and skin with. These items were laced in separate piles in the clearing, and the immortal himself had laid down and was napping lightly by the flickering flames. The night had been fitful, and he was weak and tired. Knowing his lover was safe and the fire going well, he relaxed enough to rest his head, until Elijah's return, and his stray water droplets, roused the immortal from his slumber.
"Hey..." He groaned, blinking owlishly at the flames highlighting his lover's form. "You're back. The hunt went well?" He yawned, sitting up.