Ancell was not a good hunter.
His affinity had always been more towards plants and medicine. He hadn’t had the chance to properly learn any medicine, of course, but he did manage to find out some things by himself through trial and error. Alas, a boy had to eat. And when a boy was a poor hunter, he had to conjure up something more… creative.
Tonight, Ancell was eating berries.
His maw was stained red with them, the juice dripping down his chin. They wouldn’t hold his hunger for long, but they would do for the night. Besides, Ancell was not complaining. He was holding up alright all by himself. The only problem was that the bush was running out of berries, and Ancell was still kind of hungry. He could see a few, deeper in the bush. He only had to stick his muzzle into it, open up a small hole, and just… eat them. It was easy enough, in theory. In practise, it was different.
In practise, Ancell had gotten his muzzle stuck in a bush, and there was a stick up his nose. Help.
Apr 12, 2018 04:17 PM
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