Not that his current situation was drastically better or anything to boast about. Struggling to hunt and keep themselves fed from day to day, the word wanted to shit on them one more time, the sky opening up to rain. Without shelter, the brothers were soaked through to their very bones before they knew it, shivering with each step, too exhausted to even argue with each other. It was but one small comfort that with the rain temperatures had seemed to pick up, although his empty stomach refused to see anything in a positive light just that second.
Stomach groaning as if triggered by his thoughts, he rubbed across the hollow flat of his stomach, forcing his paws to carry him forward. There was no real destination in mind, for given the time they'd spent there, all they'd achieved is being disillusioned and having their plans destroyed. For now they'd find shelter, just to make it through today.