a good brother always keeps his promises

As they had discussed, Kuroo was eager to take his brother out hunting. With winter creeping its fickle fingers through the forest, he knew it would be easy to find something. Whether it was hibernating or scrounging for something good to eat, there would be plenty of options. The piebald man had waited for a rainy day. Water streamed from the clouds above and doused the mossy ground. While it may have been a cacophony of noise to some, it was a symphony to Kuroo. The patter of droplets on leaves, the rustle of the brush with mice and rabbits, even the quiet whistle of the wind that pressed against his face. Unlike the bamboo, there was enough noise to disguise them.

"I think I can smell a tapir," he whispered to Usagi as a grin tugged at his lips. Unlike the forests of Boreas, the Auster forests had animals more similar to their homeland. That Kuroo was thankful for. Picking up his pace as they splashed through the undergrowth, he followed the weak scent. The rain was nice to hide their scent, but it also kept them from picking up a good trail. "Let me know if you see something," Kuroo added as he searched the shadows of the drizzly forest for their target.

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