{Scarlett}
The camp was too loud. Too crowded. Too full of Aegis and Serilla bickering over how to properly skin a deer, which was somehow turning into innuendo about knife techniques. At least, to Scarlett's ears.
Scarlett needed to move.
She found a spot far enough from camp that the voices faded to murmurs, close enough that she could sprint back if something started eating someone. The clearing was small, barely ten feet across, but it would do.
Push-ups came first. The ground was cold under her palms, leaves crunching with each rep. One hundred. Two hundred. Her arms burned but it wasn't enough. Never was, these days, with her current size.
She flipped over, hooked her feet under a fallen log, and started crunches.
Three hundred crunches. Four hundred. She kept going, until her shirt was soaked with sweat.
Then, suddenly:
"Your form is off."
