The sun had risen only a short time ago and the rain from the night before still clung to the foliage. With a loud snort, Hävitys, who had just made his way out of the woods, tore a large bunch of wet leaves from a nearby bush. It wasn't his favorite thing and as he began to chomp, his expression was far from content. But the weather had made him feel particularly unmotivated, so it would have to do. He was hungry now and couldn't wait. Chewing slowly, but not at all thoughtfully, he glanced around the area. It was quiet and empty, the way he preferred it, and yet something was unsettling. Maybe it was the way his fetlocks were uncomfortably soaked and messy around his ankles or maybe it was simply his imagination.
Well, whatever. Grabbing another mouthful of greenery, he carried it along as he took to walking and hoping for a bit of drier ground in the distance.
