[Derek's been here a few days now, but he's no less settled than he was when he got here. Sure, he has a place to stay, there's a few people he'd at least consider talking to again, and he's read the journal guide by now, at least a few times. He's also managed to grab his own notebook from the general store so he can start 'thinking'. But over all, he's just uneasy and restless.
Remembering that the one girl from the bar had told him that he'd gone out hunting when he was here 'before', he figures that's as good an activity as any while he tried to settle a few more things for himself. It was something familiar, at least. And he'd be able to work things out without other people around.
At the moment, he's very carefully and very silently following the tracks of a stag he'd spotted a half hour before. He hadn't been the one to spook it--that had been the courtesy of something else in the forest that had in turn set off a murder of crows--but he figured it would be good practice anyway.
Thanks to his training as a vampire hunter, he is aware when the forest falls silent, feels the familiar tingle up his spine that tells him he is not alone, and he follows that instinct, crouching low beside a snowy boulder and a tangle of underbrush. He does't know if it's animal or another resident that has wandered close; either way, he wanted to make sure of what it was before he let himself be seen.
Problem being that whatever it was seemed to be just as good as him at staying out of sight.]
[Action] (of COURSE I'm going to be dumb enough to throw Derek at him)
Remembering that the one girl from the bar had told him that he'd gone out hunting when he was here 'before', he figures that's as good an activity as any while he tried to settle a few more things for himself. It was something familiar, at least. And he'd be able to work things out without other people around.
At the moment, he's very carefully and very silently following the tracks of a stag he'd spotted a half hour before. He hadn't been the one to spook it--that had been the courtesy of something else in the forest that had in turn set off a murder of crows--but he figured it would be good practice anyway.
Thanks to his training as a vampire hunter, he is aware when the forest falls silent, feels the familiar tingle up his spine that tells him he is not alone, and he follows that instinct, crouching low beside a snowy boulder and a tangle of underbrush. He does't know if it's animal or another resident that has wandered close; either way, he wanted to make sure of what it was before he let himself be seen.
Problem being that whatever it was seemed to be just as good as him at staying out of sight.]