Edith wasn't all to pleased at the realization that she had just been caught contemplating the murder of her brother. But being one to never show her shame and disappointment she just gave a small smile and nodded. "Yes," she said as she looked over to him. "I feel much better now."
Her dark eyes studied their surroundings for a moment before she turned her attention back to him. "Seven or eight years," she admitted. "But I would not say that I technically hunted then. I was jealous of my brothers and so my father let me fire his gun. I successfully killed a tree."