Blackfoot Forest It ain't that easy

@Siki sorry for not having this up sooner. 

​Sorin had wandered a little ways to the south, reaching an area he had visited once before. However, Blackfoot Forest was no longer the dead place it had been last winter. Now, it was full of life; the trees adorned with their leafy crown and numerous creatures scurrying in the undergrowth. Most noticeable in the wood were the foxes, hunting voles and digging holes in which to store their kills. 

In other times, less broken times, Sorin would've been content to silently watch the little predators. Foxes had always been a strange source of comfort for him; due largely to Viggo's lessons. Now, he simply wandered through the shadows, cursing his luck that no prey made itself known to him. Sorin was still quite haggard from hunger and his inner demons. His pawsteps fell loud and heavy on the forest floor and Sorin just tried to stay on the move. He couldn't stop for long, couldn't let his mind dwell on the grief and the pain. Dwelling would only make the fight worse. So he kept walking, moving, wraith like, from shadow to shadow, breathing heavily and shaking slightly from malnourishment.