Today, it had been with hunting. He’d taken his bow and arrows, along with an axe, and went out in search of some game. Food had been scares lately, so Viktor was determined to travel further in search of animals. They had likely been driven away by the noisy Skaikru who didn’t know how to travel through the woods without attracting the attention of everything within a twenty-mile radius. It was likely they were scaring all of the animals off.
Despite heading in the opposite direction of Skaikru territory today, Viktor still could not spot any animals… It was unusual; something was wrong, that much was clear… But what, he did not know. Finally, he returned to Rhys’ hut, defeat hanging heavy on his shoulders. Not only was he returning with no food, but he’d still be nothing but a body in the way. Of course, nothing could keep him from seeing his sister; after losing her to Maun-de for all of those years, Vik did not let a single day go by where he did not make sure Talia was okay. As time passed, he had come to trust her on her own more and more; often feeling better when she was with Rhys than no one, but that didn’t mean he didn’t worry every second the blonde was out of his sight. Hell, Viktor had even followed his sister into that weird Sonchageda place simply because he wouldn’t let her go anywhere he could not follow. Not anymore. So Vik returned to Rhys’ hut; both to wait for Talia and check in on Lincoln… Not that he expected any improvement, but at least seeing with his own eyes gave him an odd sense of control over the situation.
“Ha em lin?” he asked in a quiet tone after stepping into the hut and leaning his bow against the wall before pulling the quiver over his head and hanging it on a nearby hook by the doorway. Viktor then removed his outer most layer of furs that had helped with the cold, tossing them onto an empty chair. Removing the axe from his belt, the blonde placed it on a small wooden table by the door before finally stepping inside. First his eyes landed on his cousin, brow knitting tightly with worry for just a moment before tearing away. Blue eyes scanned the small room for the familiar blonde hair. “Weron ai sis kamp raun?” he asked, stepping over towards Rhys.