Emberwood nothing ever made you complete

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though jaime is now healed, alamar has made it nonetheless his job to scavenge up something food-wise. the habit ingraved in the short while the smaller coyote hybrid had been injured, and by now, alamar clings to any sort of stability he gets.
dawn brings about a quiet parting—he knows jaime could follow if he wants, and alamar would be reluctant to stop him. the path he takes, however, is further northbound than he has been. he is careful to avoid the wetlands. though they may supply an interesting array of herbs to observe, they are far enough from the encampment that getting feverish would do harm. perhaps should they move closer—
the woods are, however, a welcomed sight as they sit snug against the bottom of a mountain, one that stretches tall above and partly scorched. scarred much like the lot of them. his attention on food, he follows the trail of a hare, unaware at first that the tracks have lured another, until he spots the unfamiliar figure ahead. a rich, comforting brown with complimentary cream underside, slender and fox-like.
hunting? he approaches, hesitant and quiet.