no world for tomorrow

He was on his way south permanently now he supposed. Not that he was opposed to it. Or that he really had a choice. There was a mission he and his brother needed to see out and this was their way in. Not quite as determined as Usagi, Kuroo wasn't going to let his brother down now. Taking the day to go hunting on his own so that Usagi could get a reprieve from his good attitude, he began dipping down into the valley. In his wake, animals would scatter, but he paid no mind. A light wind teased at his fur as it carried his scent down toward the water.

Once he reached the small river that split the Fjord in two, he paused as his toes touched the water. Lowering his mottled vitiligo muzzle down to the surface, he lapped up a few drinks. Keeping both ears on his surroundings, Kuroo let his pale eyes survey the quiet scenery for a few moments after lifting his head. It was a nice afternoon with the sun shining and barely a cloud in the sky. Not particularly good hunting weather as the wind picked up, but for the moment, he was content.