>The young man thought to himself, as he continued his walk through the woods without a shred of tension marring his chiselled features. The sun was shining, birds were singing. On a day like this, it was perfect weather to be fishing. But he'd eaten only a few hours earlier, even if he was starting to feel the pangs of hunger take over his stomach once more...
>He sighed. No. He had to be strong, if he indulged his hunger every time he felt that, he'd have burned through his supply in days. He still had his bits and pieces left, but...It was going to be time to find a village and restock soon.
>The young man peers out into the distance, dense foliage providing an excellent cover from the blinding light of the sun, yet allowing enough heat through to keep his body pleasantly warm. He pressed onwards, a village couldn't be too far from where he was, and then he could finally eat a decent cooked meal.
>His stomach let out a horrendous growl just thinking about it. The man groaned, his posture falling completely slack as his arms hung loosely
Man...I'm really hungry...
>He continued forward through the forest, leaving behind the unconscious form of a battered, bruised and very surprised Beastkin.