Hideaway Strath Most people are searching for happiness

All he would get is a soft sight to his short rant about his sickness. He’s fine with that. It doesn’t bother him, but for some reason he thinks it should. Overall, he can’t find it in himself to care, so he follows the pale figure through the grasslands of the Strath until they hit a cache. Where Fury is quick to throw a healthy rabbit his way. 

He stares at it for a moment, even drops a massive head and sniffs it. All while he wonder when the last time he ate was. He’s still thick with muscle and even a touch of fat, so it couldn’t be that long.

While he investigates the food and wanders his mind briefly, Fury hits him with another question. 

How is Blackwater. 

With a chunk of meat and blood soaking onto his tongue he huffs out a laugh through his nose, but his eyes and face remain stale. 

“They are no longer. I don’t know where they’ve gone.” He answers back. “The scent was fresh enough to smell, but lacking.”

He continues chewing, swallowing his mouthful before planting a heavy paw onto the rabbit and tearing off a hind leg. His body drops to the ground in a regal lying down position as he hold the limb in two paws and crunches over bone and flesh. Blood stains his lips as he gazes up to Fury.

“I will not be staying. Neither here, nor Blackwater.”