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Drakien had little space to move about in his Optime form with Breixo down for the count, though the salve he'd managed to squish together seemed to take away most of the palomino's pain. He couldn't really go far, but he'd decided leaving Breixo was worth the risk, if he could only find more painkillers--and perhaps a bite to eat. He'd traveled down to the dampwoods, but the trees there grew too thickly, and there were no nettles to be found there. He'd come across three patches already, though, as he wandered about in his Secui form, and he found Ethereal Eclipse far more promising than anything farther north.
He'd been shifting between Optime and Secui for the last few hours, going to Optime to cut off the nettle leaves, and to Secui to continue traveling. He was getting rather weary, the energy all that took wearing on him, and as he picked his fourth or fifth plant dry, he decided he'd simply stay in Optime for the day. He could hunt well in this form; with the silver blade in his hand and wearing a simple wrap around his hips, nothing like the pants and shirt he usually wore, Drakien made a rather feral picture, his nose lifted to the wind as he set the bag he'd been using to carry herbs aside as he began sniffing about for something to eat. There were berries on the other side of the tree, at his back, but he'd not had freshly-caught meat in days, and it was making him salivate just thinking about it.
The only thing his nose picked up was another wolf, and his ears swiveled in that direction, making him follow the near-silent sounds of the other hunter. When it became clear that there would be no prey caught that day, Drakien wondered with a little scowl if he'd been making too much noise, and decided he must have, as a stick cracked under his foot just then. He paused, ears perked, and then sighed, coming more into view as he finally caught up to the other canine. "No prey around today," he said conversationally, and glanced ruefully at the younger male, scratching the back of his head. "Probably my fault, that. Can't seem to step quietly." His voice was apologetic, though his gaze was only slightly ashamed; he'd have to get out here and re-learn what his father had taught him as a boy, if he'd chased off all the grazers. And he wasn't looking forward to that.
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