Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5543592-20160718200722

Randall came to a stop and whistled for his dog to halt too. They were getting too far from his campsight, and they'd both be too tired if they had to fight. He also didn't want to be led into a trap.

Growling lowly to himself, frustrated at not being able to catch his prey, Randall stuck his daggers back into their sheaths and returned to his camp, the dingo at his side.