Early evening, scattered clouds, 51.8F11C. All welcome!
Rochus had spent part of the day brooding and scheming and the other part hunting in that order. He was better at hunting with a clear head, and there was no better way to do that than to think through the thoughts in his head. It had taken him some time to find his prey, but he had made short work of catching it and wolfing it down, filling the hunger in his stomach. Luck seemed to favour him as he found and caught another rabbit with little trouble, intending to bring it back to Amondi for her to eat.
He made his way through the meadow, the rabbit hanging limply from his jaws. The day had been fairly uneventful, and he had hope that the night would be the same. Looking after not just himself but also another was trouble enough; he could not afford to be injured, even with spring well on its way. And so he picked up the pace to a brisk trot, hoping to get back to her before it became too much darker.