Moonspear i’m just the boy who’s had too many chances.

Penn dropped the pair of squirrels at his feet and huffed in frustration. He didn’t usually have a hard time with things like tracking or scouting, but for whatever reason, he was struggling in that moment. He knew there was a cache around here somewhere, but where goddamnit where??

Glancing briefly down at his kill, Penn stepped away from them to lower his nose to the ground and start sniffing. It was harder to find a scent when dead animals were so near to his nose. He figured they’d be safe enough if he left them for a few minutes while he searched. He didn’t sense any other predators around that would steal his food.

It took him about twenty minutes to finally track down the cache, tucked beneath a large branch that had fallen from one of the numerous trees in the area. He mapped the path to it and returned to his catch to collect it, only to find it gone. Penn growled in frustration and explored the area around where his kill had been, making note of the little paw prints and the scent that was unmistakably covering the ground there: a fox.

Penn would track the little fucker down that stole his food. Maybe not that day, but one day, he would make a meal out of the damn thing.