40th Day of Summer, 512 AV Late Evening A Mile From the Main Gates Bartal churned the decomposing leaves littering the ground with his snout, snuffling for a scent he could follow. The Kabrin Road was at his back, but not too close. If a traveler happened to see him, a massive brown bear searching around in the ditch, there was bound to be some alarm. Prey seemed to be scarce today, there weren't many fresh scents; let alone the scent of an animal he'd be able to catch and eat. He'd caught a whiff of elk, the watered down smell of rabbit and squirrel, and found some deer tracks. Everything would be long gone though. A sound rustled to his left and he turned his head sharply. A squirrel was rummaging through the leaves just as he was, probably looking for seeds. It wasn't very fat, but it would have to do. He snarled and launched himself at the little rodent. It squealed and darted away, and he struggled to get it hit on it. They scrabbled with each other for a moment, him trying to swat it while it zipped between his legs, circled around, then clambered lightly up a tree. Bartal stood on his hind legs and threw his weight against the tree. The leaves quivered but the squirrel was safe now. It chattered down at him, flicking its tail in an irritatingly confident sort of way. It was clearly saying something along the lines of... "Na-na-na-na-boo-boo". He roared up at the little cretin, raking his long claws down the tree's side. Bark and wood tore away, leaving naked gouges and jagged furrows. The leaves danced erratically on the little tree's branches and the whole thing creaked ominously. He wasn't going to rip this tree down just for a squirrel though, he'd made his point so he dropped back to all fours and with a last growl in the rodent's direction, meandered off back toward the road. A cart rumbled by filled with produce of all sorts; the smell made his mouth water. Maybe I could just... The thought didn't seem right though. If the driver saw him running toward the cart, there were bound to be consequences. So with a huff he quickly crossed the road into another corpse of trees bordering the worn old cobbles. There were wild onions here, and he followed the scent to a thick cluster growing at the base of an oak. Digging up the earth with his massive and powerful paws, he quickly unearthed the bulbs growing under the soil. He gorged on a few mouthfuls of these, but didn't particularly like the snack. Onions had never been a favorite. Now what? It was late, and even though the bulbs wouldn't fill up his large gut, it would have to do. With nothing better to do, he shifted skins. Bartal stretched, feeling the bones pop up his now human spine. Dirt was caked on his hands and under his nails so he washed them in a nearby puddle, scrubbing vigorously and wiping them off on his legs. Then he took a much needed drink, dipping his face in the water and wetting his hair in the process. He swept it back and shook his head, spattering droplets in the grass. He crouched there on the balls of his feet, toes sinking into the soft dirt. |