Not far off from the village, the young male poked into some of the lower trees, being almost 9 foot helped this, since many of the trees in the area were small and ripe with fruit. He stood up against the tree to reach the food that sat lovingly in the tree, his human hands plucking the fruit from the lower branches â€" or the ones he could reach at least. He took a big bite out of the fruit before hoping back down on all of his hooves, suddenly realising this type of fruit had a skin, he spat out the foul outer layer before peeling it and testing the flavour again.
In his left hand, cradled across his muscular chest, he had at least a dozen of these settled there, once dropping back to his four feet, a number of the small round fruits dropped out of his possession, plopping to the ground with one bounce or another in the few instances.
Feeling somewhat peckish, he settled down, lowering his stomach to the cold midnight grass, as horses would do when lying down.
He plucked the fruit one by one with his free hand from the group he supported, to unpeel them, he bit into them and spat out what tasted off, using his thumb Jonas rubbed off the exterior before eating the succulent flavoured fruit.
He looked off only meters away, seeing the torches that lit the small village, biding his time till he meets the locals. Food first, first contact later…
