Well, scaring them off or alerting them. Some of the animals here aren’t afraid of anything. Anyway, I came up with the idea of first bathing, then ...rubbing myself with some evil-smelling shrubs, before climbing a tree to wait on something to come near that I could shoot for meat. I guess I got the idea by seeing advertisements back on Earth about tree stands for hunters, and also other advertisements about scents to cover the hunter’s body odor, or to make him smell like a female deer – things. I got my other actors to think about to, for chrissake!"She approached him and, with hands trembling from both shame and rage, parted the sparsely haired outer flanges of her cunt, exposing to his lewd gaze the slick pink flesh of the moist furrow and the shrinking little bud of her clitoris.He whipped the cigar from his mouth and leaned forward, sniffing loudly. "Pretty funky," he commented dryly. "Wha'd ya take on last night? A goddamn bull... ? Wash it up, for godsake. Curtain call in five. I suppose I must’ve cramped her style while I was with her. After a while, Aunt Rose was better and I went back home to live with her, and care for her as she was never quite as well again.”“So when did you come over here?”“I’m coming to that,” she playfully slapped me on the shoulder, so I used my finger and thumb to show I was zipping up my mouth. She reached up and nipped my chin with her even white teeth.“Momma died. Nobody but Rose and I attended her funeral. I was still in school. Then. She fussed a little over not bringing a “real spell”, but I had convinced her that the strategic value of Wall of Fog over the meagre damage provided by Magic Missile or Burning Hands.Taking up as our rear guard would be Ashryn. Again, I had to convince her to take useful spells over her tendency to take every divination spells possible regardless of it’s use. She was invested enough in everyone’s good health that I was able to convince her to memorize two healing spells, but it took a little.