Today had been quiet thus far. No adventurers passing through the trails, hardly and creatures scurrying around. Not even the elementals had anything to speak of, it seemed. It was making hunting difficult, truth be told. Currently, E'iri remained shoved up into a tree, eyes scanning carefully for anything he could make use of. Alas, nothing. The only sound to finally break the silence was the growling of his stomach.
With a heavy sigh, he crept carefully back to the forest floor, beginning to wander the familiar trials. It wouldn't be too long before his nose caught a scent- a delicious one, at that. His stomach growled again at the thought of food cooking. If memory served him correctly, he was nearing camp Bentbranch. It must've been someone roasting on the fire. Ears would droop in disappointment, though, the more he considered it. He couldn't just invade on their meal. Besides, who was to say they were friendly enough to even let him near? For all he knew, he could be walking into a death trap! Yes, just like mother had always told him. Never trust them!
...Still. That was smelling pretty good. He couldn't help but creep closer to the campgrounds. He might've stood out a bit, to anyone with a keen eye. Not because of appearance- which consisted of an oversized tabard, shorts, and ankle boots- but because he was so...awkward and shifty around the camp's entrance. He wouldn't even attempt to enter it, but instead, linger just outside, crouched by a bush. Ninja mode.
