The forest becomes thicker and thicker as we move deeper, the chirping of birds and the occasional rustling in the bushes keeping me on high alert. Jasper guides the way with his handmade bow hanging confidently over one of his shoulder and his sharpened stick hunging from the other shoulder. I follow closely behind him while holding my banana like a lifeline.
After a tense moment I decide to end the awkward silence by asking him, "Do you even know how to, you know... hunt? Or is this one of those 'fake it till you make it' situations."
As he turns to look at me, Jasper conceals an amused smirk beneath his composed facial features. "I’ve been to camping before, Thea. This isn't completely new to me."
"Camping?" I scoff. "Jasper, roasting marshmallows and singing kumbaya doesn't co
