That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Amber and Lilith settled at their campsite. The scent of fresh earth mingled with the crisp mountain air, creating an invigorating atmosphere. Amber had caught a deer earlier in the day, her instincts sharp as she stalked the creature through the underbrush, finally managing to bring it down with a well-aimed strike. Now, it was time to prepare their meal.
Lilith, ever the experienced mentor, guided Amber through the process of cooking the meat. They set up a makeshift spit over the campfire, the flames crackling and dancing in the twilight. As they skinned and cleaned the deer, Amber felt a sense of pride in her abilities; this was not just a meal, but a testament to her skills and survival instincts.
