Instead of feeling sorry for himself and hiding beneath that little bush he'd found, Riven had gotten to his feet and headed off in search of something new. Most of his brain was telling him that it was useless, and that he should probably just find a nice hole to huddle in and give up. But there was a part of him that had firmly decided that he had to keep on. It sucked, and he was cold, and hungry, and significantly lighter in weight than he had been when he left the Fields, but he was also more independent, and he was sure that nature would provide for him in some way.
Except... not here.
The trees were darkened, burned and destroyed by a fire that had happened long ago. Evidenced by the fact that there was some new growth - small shrubs and winter-browned grasses that crunched beneath his paws. Mostly barren, but holding the promise of a new future somewhere under the ashes.
It seemed fitting that he'd find himself here.
And it was even more lucky that a squirrel - skinny though it may be - had picked the exact wrong moment to cross his path. Because luckily for Riven, his reflexes were just a hair faster, and he'd managed to leap onto the small creature, swiftly dispatching it in a messy bite to the back of the neck.
"Thank you," he breathed before lowering his head and taking a bite.