Scratched and battered, Doru eyed his quarry with a wary glare. The tree he perched in was theoretically safe, but a lot of things that should've been true in theory had turned out to be quite the opposite in reality so far. It had seemed a simple enough quest when he'd taken it. He was helping panicking farmer, whose prized chickens had flown the coop. Hunting was Doru's whole thing, and chickens? Chickens were small and dumb and easy! ...at least, that's what he'd assumed. No one had told him that chickens could be dire, or that they employed the sort of pack tactics you'd expect from wolves. They'd pecked their way out of his nets, stolen most of his bait, and simply flew out of his makeshift pit trap. Never again would he let their fluffy, delicious exteriors deceive him again - Doru now knew that deep within these feral fowl lurked the souls of velociraptors. "Aaaargh... this would be easier if I could just kill them," he grumbled, running a hand through his hair as the white fowl pecked peacefully in the undergrowth. Deceptively peaceful, that was - after all, they'd survived this long amidst the starved predators of the woodlands. Maybe he was a little out of his league here... but giving up wasn't part of his vocabulary! "Maybe I could just get some really big bags and shove them in...?"
