Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Harley the Barbarian]

Yawning, Harley rubbed the sides of her thighs, camp, food, sleep, sounds great, she muttered more to herself then anyone else. Wolves hunting in the light was unheard of, like herself, they were nocturnal creatures, but at the moment, she couldn't be bothered to care much, her everything was sore and she needed time to recoup before starting up the hunt. Is it right for your butt to be sore from walking? My butt is sore.