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Oak was on careful guard as he crossed the western border of Crimson Dreams, where the forest became thicker and more difficult to navigate with its dense underbrush and uneven ground. Though it would have been easier to travel through the forest on four legs, as he was most comfortable, he instead headed north through Ethereal Eclipse as a werewolf, a quiver of arrows slung around his shoulder and a bow in hand. On his face was an expression that had become perpetual to him, his lips turned downward in a poisonous frown and his eyes blazing with suppressed anger.
As he picked his way through the forest, he practiced with the bow, aiming and shooting at anything that moved with little regard to the waste he was making of the forest creatures. It was not normal for him to behave so carelessly, but he could not seem to control his urges to kill. He was practicing for the moment he would fight the wretched bastards who had taken his mother from him. Since that night, he had searched for the perfect weapon, and found that he was clumsy with knives but a good shot with the bow. He could just as easily fight in his Secui form, but he enjoyed the idea of surprising the enemy with a sudden shot through the heart while he hid in the shadows.
Scattered around the path he took toward Cour des Miracles were the carcasses of rabbits, birds, and even a deer. They would have easily made a feast. Lately, though, he did not have much of an appetite, his stomach knotted with such anxiety that he often had to force himself to eat. So the dead animals were there to rot or perhaps be eaten by others before they reached the point of decay.
He arrived at a small brook that whispered softly as it trickled down a rocky, pebbled bed. For a moment his eyes glazed over as he stared into the dark, clear water, his thirst ignored. However, the rust-furred boy needed to rest and clear his head before he saw Alder, so he blinked his vision clear and tossed the bow and quiver into the vegetation beside him. He knelt slowly to the brook and cupped his hands in the icy water, drinking several handfuls before pulling back and sitting with his arms loosely draped over his knees.
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