Owlmun
Birb
Eyulf set his makeshift bag down in the grass and kneeled down, sniffing hard at the ground as he tried to analyse the scents of the animals that had passed through this area. There wasn't much, a rabbit or two, a few mice, the scent of a stray deer was stale but at least one had been through here so he knew there was the faint promise of a good meal in the future for him to retrieve for the rest of the residents or at least the ones who ate meat. There were some wild strawberry plants about twenty meters out that he could harvest for them later.
For someone who hated being social and was generally terrified of being around other people he seemed to care about them quite a bit, so concerned about taking care of them that he was completely forgetting that no one would probably recognize him due to his previous elusiveness. He picked up the bag again and trudged off toward the patch of wild strawberries. He stared down at the soft red berries for a minute, counting the green ones and the ones that were still ripening. There were enough red ones for everyone it seemed, maybe even a few extra that could be given to those who needed more food for energy purposes. He kneeled down and started picking some, carefully putting them in his pocket before making his way back to where the others had congregated. He wanted to approach them to give them the berries but he froze about ten meters away, tail tucking between his legs as his anxiety acted up, ears laying back under his hood which he slowly reached up and pulled it down to attempt to cover his muzzle. So many thoughts were running through his head right now and he wasn't sure what to do...
For someone who hated being social and was generally terrified of being around other people he seemed to care about them quite a bit, so concerned about taking care of them that he was completely forgetting that no one would probably recognize him due to his previous elusiveness. He picked up the bag again and trudged off toward the patch of wild strawberries. He stared down at the soft red berries for a minute, counting the green ones and the ones that were still ripening. There were enough red ones for everyone it seemed, maybe even a few extra that could be given to those who needed more food for energy purposes. He kneeled down and started picking some, carefully putting them in his pocket before making his way back to where the others had congregated. He wanted to approach them to give them the berries but he froze about ten meters away, tail tucking between his legs as his anxiety acted up, ears laying back under his hood which he slowly reached up and pulled it down to attempt to cover his muzzle. So many thoughts were running through his head right now and he wasn't sure what to do...