unchained

The transition from being wandering loners with a mission with his brother to being a part of this band with Hattori had been difficult at first. Feelings of excitement and anticipation built up in him every time he thought about the future. A possibility of meeting his real father to possibly obtain answers to questions he'd had his whole life. It was an intense emotion that he needed to let out through hunting. Unlike Usagi who preferred to duke it out with others, Kuroo preferred to release his frustrations on helpless animals. Okay, not completely helpless, but enough that he didn't anticipate dying every time.

Thus here he was now with the prisoner in tow to find some meat for the group. Casting a look over his mottled shoulder toward the grey brute, he smirked before setting out further into the muck. On the way down, he had noticed some tracks nearby their gathering spot that looked fresh. Carving his way through the brush with calculated steps that attempted to avoid the muckiest areas, it was hard to stay silent. Flicking his ears back and forth to listen in on the forest around them, Kuroo finally heard the crunch of heavy footfalls upon mud and mess.

"This way," he chuffed quietly under his breath in Japanese. Kuroo knew full well that Laith wouldn't be fluent in his native language, but figured if the guy was at bottom of the totem pole, he'd have to deal with it. Turning his trajectory toward the rustling noise of Tapirs, he made sure to keep an even pace.