An average day (Open)

[Drenith]

Drenith stood there waiting quietly as he slowly aimed the rock his grey eyes stared at his prey, he'd been hunting for two hours and he hadn't caught anything. But now he'd spotted a plump dove resting on a branch about ten feet from where he stood. It was an easy throw, his rock which was fairly light due to the fact that he used it for a swift kill. his muscles tensed as his arm drew back, one, two, three, he threw. Perfect shot it had hit the bird in the head and killed it instantly, luckily or he'd of had to break it's neck, a task he dread but it was essential to keep him alive. He ran up to the bird and stuffed it in his bag he turned and moved back towards his make-shift camp.