What's This!? What's This!?

"Talk" Walk

The weight he had been feeling weighing him down lately while he'd been trying to revive the pack he had stolen felt like it had been lifted off his shoulders since he made the lone decision to let go of a dead pack. He didn't feel the need to constantly try and push those who didn't care to keep the pack going, and quite frankly he was glad to be rid of it. He could always start fresh later under his own decisions and new rule without expecting others to cling to the old stuff. Regardless if that's what the others had been doing or not, it was over and done with. He didn't care what happened or who claimed what he left behind but it didn't matter anymore. Now he could focus on his own shit, and his kids as well. He'd been trekking the lands, and the Red Forest was one such place. He'd been tracking a whitetail deer through the forest, its tracks fresh in the snow but uneven as well. It was likely injured, and he could tell by the way the tracks looked that it probably wouldn't last over the next few days. Hopefully, he could find it and bring it down, maybe prep it for the winter season and use its pelt and parts for trade.

WC: 222