It was a cold morning when Liam left his home in Cour des Miracles to go hunting. He was in one of those moods – where a hunting trip in solitude felt like the perfect way for him to relax and unwind. He needed to think about the path his life had taken in the recent month since the war and he just couldn't do that at Chien Hotel, where he could potentially run into people and get side-tracked. And besides, at Chien Hotel Liam was constantly influenced to practice his medicine and today that was the last thing on his mind. He didn't want to smell the rotting flesh of animals as he practiced sutures or feel the fabric of the bandages as he wrapped them around fake injuries. He was growing bored of practicing the same things over and over. He needed something new and until then he was straying from medicine. He knew that meant perhaps pushing the day where he would be the official pack Apothecary but right now, on this dreary end-of-autumn day, he just didn't care.
The sun was only just rising when Liam left the pack-lands, walking in his lupus form. He didn't have anything on him aside from his leather string that was tied around his neck, a bone pendant hanging at the end. It was playing around as it swung from side to side, occasionally hitting his furry chest. He felt unusually bare without his rucksack, but given his form and the fact that he would have to be pretty mobile to catch prey, he had decided that leaving it and all of its contents was his best bet. His bi-colored eyes were clear and alert as he glanced around him for signs of prey, his paws working slowly and soundlessly. He continued walking stealthily until he was a good mile north-east of the Miracles' pack, surrounded by all kinds of different trees. The most common one he saw was oak and ash.
It took him a few moments to sense his first prey. It was a hare, standing lazily nearby, nibbling at the grass near a few trees. Liam smelt it before anything else, but his eyes locked on it almost instantly. Stopping dead in his tracks and watching the creature for a moment, Liam waited for the right time to attack. Finally he jumped and neatly killed the small animal, leaving almost no blood at all. He did this for a couple more animals, mostly small critters, for he would have to carry them all back to the pack by himself. He continued further north for a few hours, carrying his preys along with him. It was inconvenient – a part of him wished he could have Robin's archery skills. That way he could hunt in his Optime form and carry the kills with his hands.
It was considerably warmer when he decided to stop near a source of water, dropping his kills on the ground so that he could take a long gulp of the soothing liquid. It was very cold but the weather had only just warmed up since earlier in the morning. Deciding that he was done hunting for the day, the Catori male shifted to his Optime form. It would be easier for him to walk back home with the kills – even if it would also be a little slower.
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