Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

Didn't check stats, so if FB is full feel free to chase him away!

Months he had been alone. He had adapted, as one must, but still the weight had stripped from his body. While he should have experienced another growth spurt his was stunted; so he hadn't physically matured much, but there was a haggard look to his face; his pelt was tangled and muddy, shaggy all over. A lick of dried blood marked his chin - something he missed after his last hunt - so the say he looked like some kind of feral child wasn't far off the mark.

Thankfully he had fresh meat between his teeth now, or he'd have leapt across the border he had discovered to take his chances with a cache. The smell of pheasant was overpowering; his hunger was too great, so he stopped where he stood (so near a fresh puddle of piss that Tuvak ought to have noticed, maybe found somewhere more suitable to eat) and began to pluck the feathers from the bird's fat body.