Death? Good. Death and Looting? Better. (Private: Kai)

"Oh I have been around," Hound muttered, "You just didn't see me," she started walking back towards camp.
"No problem." Salone answered, rubbing the back of her neck. On her lower back was a new scar she had collected. It was a few millimeters higher than her skin and stretched from the right side of her rib cage to her lower left hip.