Lisa had no idea what she was thinking. Lately, her thoughts were making a lot less sense than when they actually did. She was confused and frustrated more than anything, when fear wasn't taking over because of the latest shitstorm blowing through Marrowood. It wasn't as bad as what she was thinking? The only clear thing that shot through her mind then was Of course it is. How could it not be?
"Hunting?" Lisa repeated the word with an obvious dubious look.
"Hunting what- exactly? The whole Cherokee half of my family were hunters and I promise you not one of them knew anything about demons or ghosts... or knew how to fight like you do."