The Things Unsaid
E/O Drabble challenge, word. Thanks.
Summary: If you're a hunter, you just get the job done – and never mind talking about it.
It had been touch-and-go for a minute.
Not that one of them would ever admit it.
So while their bodies were scraping together the last bits of energy to build a pile of wood and burn the damn thing into oblivion, their mouths hacked at each other with "I told you so" and "Why didn't you" and "You DO know what knifes are for". And all the time their eyes checked each other silently for signs of secret injuries, marveling over the fact that they had once again succeeded against all odds. And their hearts were rapping a constant "Thanks".