Skiff was, frankly, kind of lost.
Not that he really minded, it wasn't as if he had tried to stay on a certain course, he had just been wandering.
His home was in Draconi forest, or, it was as close as a home as it could be to the scavenger, but one day as he was being chased from a wolf-shifter pack's territory, he had just kept running, even after they had stopped chasing him.
Maybe he needed a change, maybe he needed to get away for a while, and just travel, not having to worry about the other packs chasing him or attacking him every second.
So now he was wandering through a forest, but a forest that was different from his home, he knew.
He was a scavenger, and, admittedly wasn't very good at hunting, unless it was a mouse or a vole he was after. Occasionally he was able to catch a rabbit, but he had been mostly been living on small rodents for the past week, since he'd been traveling.
He was quite hungry, even after eating a mouse, but that was when he smelled it. Fresh blood, and not far off.
He set off at a run, but slowed to a trot when he caught the scent of another animal. It was vaguely familiar, but he wasn't sure. It could be the owner of the fresh prey, or it could be scavenger like him, whom he could hopefully scare off.
So, still in his wolf form, he crept forward, and then he caught sight of it, a deer, through the bushes. He could see a shape near it, but couldn't tell how big the creature was.
He was so hungry, and in his haste, he crept forward to fast, not careful enough, and he loudly brushed against a branch. He froze, the creature must have heard him. . .