Moonspear club can't handle me

unbeknownst to the boy with an empty stomach, his attempt at tracking down a meal had not gone unnoticed. while he did not immediately catch the familiar scents or figures of his parents in the distance, he did catch the sight of his prey.

his nose twitched wildly as if he were a rabbit, baby blues focusing in on where the weasel stood. however the boy was still just a boy, untrained and still sloppy with his movements. he'd been spotted, and while this was a hunt for acrux, it was little more than a game for his prey.

the weasel bounded off a few paces, playing a convincing role of the oblivious prey, before it stopped and turned to see if the hungry boy would follow. and that he did.