Dahlia
"Politics? I didn't think such a thing would exist here." I said coolly as we slowly made our way back to Hunter's camp. Birds squawked overhead. It was the only noise I heard in the jungle today. I counted that as a blessing.
I had no idea what he needed pipes for, or any of the other junk metal he traded the hide for, but he was very careful when placing his barterer items in his bag, and mine. He made sure the openings were securely fastened, so nothing could fall out.
"Wherever there is a leader, wherever power lies, there will always be politics," Hunter said with a heavy sigh.
He held his hand out for me to step up onto a massive tree log, and then helped me down. I grunted along the way. Every time I ventured out into the jungle, I was reminded of how out of shape I was
