Hadley had wandered farther north, avoiding the routes that he knew were more open. He didn't want to be in places that a wagon could feasibly pass through. He didn't know Amy's trade route, and she could be out there, fully prepared to take him and beat him for escaping from Sebastian. If he was lucky. If not, there were things that were much worse that she could do to him. At the moment though, that fear wasn't in his mind. His main thought was about that deer that was right before him, and how he was going to catch it to eat.
The hybrid's scarred body tensed up, getting ready to pounce. He wasn't exactly very good at this, but his hunting skills were better than before. He could take down prey. He just wasn't the best at it. At least, not while on two legs. His skill at hunting on four was perfectly fine. He just refused to use that form, knowing that he was far too vulnerable like that. Instead, he patiently waited before pouncing forwards. The deer struggled in the large hybrid's grasp, small hooves kicking and drawing blood from his body. He didn't even react, far too used to such pain. Grabbing the head he twisted it sharply, and the deer fell limp. Lunch was served.
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