40th Day, Spring, 513 A.V.
Gaius knelt in the bushes, far from his camp site. He knelt there, examining the ground closely. He had woken up that day and decided it was time to expand not only his ability to track, but his ability to trap game. It would prove a useful skill while he was camping outside of a city, and if he needed to catch someone some day, it could work there too. And until he could afford himself a bow and arrows, it was his most reliable method of getting food.
He had started off by heading away from his camp, and the city walls, into the forest, hoping to find something to track. He soon managed to find an area by a stream where the prints of several rabbits were embedded into the soft dirt of the stream bed. He smiled at that and had followed one of the larger, more obvious trails, off from the stream. It had led him for a good way, before stopping at this bush. Now here he was, crouched in the bushes, trying to pick up the trail again.
He sighed and hung his head, seemingly unable to find the trail. To his relatively inexperienced eyes, it was basically gone. He shook his head and decided to head back to the stream. He pulled a bit of rope from his pocket, a small, simple thing, good enough for a simple snare for the rabbits and not much else. Perhaps he would do better in catching a rabbit than in tracking one.