Barrow Fields you're in my bad books

@Yuudai

he'd gone inland at the request of his grumbling stomach which craved something other than the flesh of aquatic game he'd been stuffing himself full of recently. the fields, close enough to the shore for him to easily find his way back, proved to be a poor hunting spot. perhaps it was due to the lack of prey, or perhaps it was because of the general feeling of being watched that made him feel like he was the one being hunted.

he'd kept an eye out for any other bodies that might have caused his agitation, but no matter which direction he looked, there were only barren hills to be seen.