Shadow was doing his best to avoid crunching through the snow, a light crouch adopted in his posture as he held the wood of his bow in his right hand and the string in his left, an arrow partially knocked as he awaited the sight of some form of prey that he could kill and bring home for his family. As he continued stepping along, unable to avoid making a light sound as he parsed through the snow, it reoccurred to him the request he had been given. One that almost seemed impossible. *If you can find one, well...I really miss the taste of berries...Anything you can find, even if its...even if its spiceberry...* Shadow knew that his sister was desperate for the taste if she was willing to eat a spiceberry. It had been her least favorite fruit her whole life, and though he had felt upon the request there was no way it could happen in this cold wintertime weather, he did not have the heart in that moment to strike the wish down directly as he sensed how much she really wanted this. Instead, he had doomed himself to getting her hopes up and then coming back with nothing. and crushing her. *Great work, Shadow. You're a great brother.*
He had only been out here an hour or so, but it already felt like it had been several, as he had encountered absolutely no prey about this area for some reason. Everything seemed to have scurried into its holes, and those that couldn't seemed to have vanished from the area. It was his best spot, where he could be almost certain to find almost anything everyday; he had to assume the frozen over pond contributed to this, depriving them of an easy source of water.
His hands were almost completely frozen stiff, as he had 1) forgotten his gloves at home 2) been out in a snowy atmosphere for an hour and 3) been holding a bow, his hands unmoving for quite some time. He gritted his teeth from the pain it was causing him, cursing himself for being as dumb as to forget his bow.
He had only been out here an hour or so, but it already felt like it had been several, as he had encountered absolutely no prey about this area for some reason. Everything seemed to have scurried into its holes, and those that couldn't seemed to have vanished from the area. It was his best spot, where he could be almost certain to find almost anything everyday; he had to assume the frozen over pond contributed to this, depriving them of an easy source of water.
His hands were almost completely frozen stiff, as he had 1) forgotten his gloves at home 2) been out in a snowy atmosphere for an hour and 3) been holding a bow, his hands unmoving for quite some time. He gritted his teeth from the pain it was causing him, cursing himself for being as dumb as to forget his bow.