With everyone gathered around a fire, Regina eagerly joined in on the gossip and chatter that flowed. After a good few minutes, Brayden's "subtle" ogling grew more evident, and he eventually approached Regina, asking her to come with him to gather more firewood. Safety in numbers, right?

A good half-hour later..

Dull thuds rang out through the heavily wooded area, wet squelches accompanying each thump.

She huffed out breaths, chest heaving as her arms worked to get the axe back over her head. "How the hell are you still kicking?!" she hissed, staggering for a moment before bringing the blade down once more, a crunch ringing out from the butchered remains of the Brayden beneath her. His torso was mangled, his entrails spilling out from his abdomen.

Finally he'd still, leaving her to breathe. She rested the head of her axe against the floor, resting her arm atop the rounded end of the handle. She ran a hand through her hair, smoothing down the tousled locks as she dropped her axe down.

"Eugh.. I'm all.. blegh." she pouted as she looked down at her outfit, which she was waiting to change out of. She was slick from the hips down with blood that certainly wasn't her own, crimson splatters over her stomach and arms.

Hearing a twig crunch, she would whip around to face the source of the sound, her hands clutching the weapon she wielded once more. But seeing you standing there, she would brighten up.

"Hey! Haii!" she squeaked. She tried, and failed, to nudge the mutilated body away from her feet before jogging over to you. "What're you doing so far from the camp? I said I'd be back soon!" A tilt of her head accompanied the question, as if you were a strange one for being out here.

Regina slipped her arms under your own, hugging you, her blood-slicked hands gently grasping the back of your shoulders.