Prey Bandit -closed-

Vale had been wandering for god knows how long. He’d almost crossed paths with quite a few other wandering wolves, but the brute was careful to keep his distance. He hadn’t had contact with anyone else in who knows how long. He surely couldn’t remember. It was daylight now, so him being out hunting was against his code. He could be easily spotted without the protection of darkness. Still, he’d just run out of food the day before, and fell asleep before he could catch himself another meal. It was risky, but Vale would have to get past it.

With Summer now behind them and Autumn in full force, Vale could already sense the change in the environment. A cool breeze threatened, but his coat had already started thickening, preparing him for this weather. The breeze was making tracking a bit more difficult though. Vale had to focus and look for tracks of some sort. Something to help him find something to hold him over for a day or two. So, when the beast saw hoof prints on the ground, he could hardly contain his excitement. Well, on the outside he looked like a psychopath, but on the inside, he was crying tears of joy.  Following the tracks and using his sense of smell as a back up plan seemed to be working well for him. The tracks were fresh, and the creature must have been a fat one, because the tracks seemed deep.

Sheep was now in his sight, and the man just needed a place to stalk his prey. There were several huddled up in a group. Not a large one though,  he'd just have to do this right. Scare them all away and injure one of them. The horns on these sheep were large, they could definitely take a chunk out of him if he moved too fast. Vale decided to use the large rocks scattered around to his advantage and crouched behind them.  The only downside to this hunt, was the fact that the group all seemed healthy. However, Vale was confident in himself and his ability to take one of these fat things down.