Asher limped across the creek, crawling to just within the mouth of the cave. He sat on one end, propping himself up against one of the walls. He clenched his eyes, laying his head back against the rock, still in some measure of pain.
She sat down across from him and stayed there for a time until her hunger pangs proved too strong to ignore. "I must hunt for food, be it berries or fresh meat. I don't think I can go on without food in my belly."
Asher opened his eyes slightly, "Oh yes.. food, I'm not sure I can help." He smiled faintly, "I assume if you can handle a village of savage killers you can handle some animals.. but be careful, you may not have gotten all of them."
She smiled warmly at him, picking up the spear and headling out of the cave. She crept through the brush parallel to the stream so that she could find her way back easily, in hope that the right prey would come along to drink it's fill from it's waters. Asher did not hunger, so she kept her mind on smaller game. A rabbit would be a prime choice.
Amber noticed a rabbit burrow and crept upon it, hiding behind some underbrush. She was patient, waiting to drive one from it's nest if one emerged. At the first opportunity she surged out of the brush, driving it away from the group. She slashed at the beast with the tip of the spear as it darted before her, cutting into it a mortal wound. It screetched and halted, crawling still in an instinct to survive. It was easily finished. She gutted it and brought it back with her, following the stream back to the cave.
Asher had fallen half-asleep by the time she got back. He jerked awake as the noise of her entering the cave filled his ears. As she settled down with her kill, he cleared his throat, "Amber.. I must warn you of something." He gazed up to her, seeing if she was listening.
"I do not know all your motivations for wiping out that tribe.." Asher straightened himself, "But I must caution you against allowing strong emotions to motivate you when you take on the form of the beast. It can.. make you lose control, you may find yourself unable to turn back. Beasts 'think' on a very different level than us.. one of pure, raw, instinct and emotion." He frowned somewhat, "I'm sorry, but I still need to guide you in some things.."
Amber furrowed her brow, a slight frown marring her face as he reminded her of that blood rage. She turned down her eyes as he continued and resumed skinning the rabbit with short strokes, turning her ear to indicate that she was still paying attention. She was silent for a time, then set down her knife beside the skinned rabbit and shifted to face him. "Being a beast... changing into that form... I feel powerful," she admitted hesistantly. "Sometimes I think it may have been better to stay a beast than to deal with these emotions I feel. Would it be so bad to lose myself for a time?" She turned her warm brown eyes on Asher. "Have you, Asher? Is that why you caution me?"