Hunting - Evening (Open)

Eric paused by a tree, catching his breath after running so far. He had waken up quite energetic that morning, wanting to get out and hunt before too many monsters awoke from their slumber. He rubbed a hand over his forehead, flicking away a single drop of sweat and gazed up at the lake. Stay clear of it, the young teen reminded himself. It's too dangerous. Catch land-prey instead.

He quietly slunk through the shadows of the trees bordering the lake area, three stone daggers in hand as well as several others in a makeshift, worn-out belt tied around his waist. He crouched by a nearby patch of mushrooms, and though it stank, he hoped it would mask his scent as he waited for movement. Perhaps a rabbit or plump bird? Or if he was lucky, a deer!

Quit day-dreaming and pay attention! The little voice inside his head growled. Eric gave out a quiet huff and stared straight forward, waiting patiently. After all, a man once told him patience was a strong weapon when hunting.