Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140119064305/@comment-933831-20140120034108

Mac chuckled, nodding. He was always up for hunting, like he did with Grandpa Willy. "Sure, I love hunting. I'll come back tomorrow morning then. Crack of dawn, alright, Tianee?" He patted her on the head, setting off with his hands in his pockets. He'd have time to go hunting before helping out with the lumber too...

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The next day, bright and early, Mac found himself in front of Mac's house, merely waiting. He didn't want to knock, so as to not wake them if they weren't already up. The cold didn't bother him. He had his toque. He had some of his grandpa's throwing spears on a pouch on his back, ready for some hunting.