Right, living his best life. Something about being a young bachelor out in the world, with the trust that he was still doing his job... it was freeing. Though he still had to be relatively well behaved, he could be himself too. Right, balancing anyone knowing he was associated with Tojo-kai, and the fact he's a handsome himbo on the loose. Sometimes he makes better choices than others. It's a crapshoot probably, but that's not a big deal.
What was a big deal? He'd followed a few rumors a bit farther north and a bit farther inland than he would have liked. Painfully aware of his navigational error and hungry, Tate had attempted a smash and grab on a few rabbits. Though successful in catching a nice hare for himself, the boy found himself ganked by three coyotes in turn. Really? They were going to try him like this? Hackles lifting, a deep growl rocking from his chest-- go time.
That little switch in his head flipping, and Tate getting to have the best time. Feeding the desire to fight and to hurt, the deeper cuts of his Archer bloodline shining through. Coming to life. He feels the claws and teeth of two coyotes upon his broad shoulders, as he crunches down hard on the third. Yeah he was hurting, but he was also winning, at least in his own eyes. Bet!