Rolf and the Kingswood Brotherhood – Chapter 1 morning hunt
"We got a family to feed Rolf" Ralfs deep voice brought Rolf up into a new day, the roof of their shanty forest cabin was the first thing he saw that sweet summer morning.
"And I got a head to rest Ralf."
His morning voice was groggy and croaky like their home in an autumn shower he turned his voice was not as deep as his elder brothers but certainly stood out as deep from the average forest voice, not that there were many voices in their woods, people were few and far in this forest, they inhabited small huts sometimes in what could be passed as a village. The people of the open woods were distant and rarely communicated other than nods and sometimes a small exchange of goods or words in a hunt. The smell of breakfast bird was a welcome gift to Rolfs nose this was the motivation he needed to leave his haystack bed and makehis way the the inviting pheasant his mother heartily prepared for their breakfasts. Ralf Rolf and Ralda were a close family trio, all they had was each other and the forest around them. The three sat on the log that they had set their years before and got on with their first morning activities, ralf tamed his scraggly auburn hair using his grimy, unwashed hands to shape it into proper hunter gather fashion, ralda prodded and turned a pheasant chunk around the base of a lumpy cast ironpot whilst Rolf wittled a fine arrow to add to his hide quiver.