all welcome! someone to help chan hunt would be super cool.
Chan wasn't a hundred percent sure this was fun anymore. It was more like... eighty percent sure. His stomach cramped with hunger and his muscles weren't as strong as he remembered them being. He couldn't run as far or as quick as he could before, and he was learning to be mindful of the distance he traveled in a day. If he went too far without finding a new, adequately warm place to rest he would have to be able to make it back to his last shelter or else he would be screwed.
All this made part of him worry, but that concern made him feel sickly and so he pushed it to the back of his mind as well as he could, focusing instead on the good of the situation. For example; he was learning so much! Chan felt certain that when he returned to his parents, they'd be so so proud of him. He'd even caught himself a meal a few days ago. Nothing as filling as his parents or the pack's caches could have offered, but still it was food and he had earned it. Now, however, he was on the prowl again, and the outlook wasn't so promising.
As his stomach made its strife loudly known, he couldn't help but let a little bit of that worry seep into the forefront of his mind. Was it at all possible that, out here alone, he was actually in a bit of danger?