With a sharp nod and a quick turn on his heel, Grar began to walk away from the small camp he had set up at. His hat, shirt and cloak were tucked into his bag and a fire pit was at the ready, if he was lucky enough to capture anything that was. He had the strength, he sometimes had the cunning, but he severely lacked the speed and agility part of hunting. Taking a deep breath, he just shook it off and continued walking.

It'd be easier to chase and ambush prey in his more 'human' like form anyways, he was smart enough to figure that out. He did have the street smarts, luckily. He began sniffing the air but didn't get too far from camp before he picked up the distinct scent of a deer. Doe by the smell of it. Climbing into a tree, he decided to sit there and wait to see what would happen if he just chose to bide his time. Eventually, she did pass by, and he prepared to pounce, only to scare her off.

He had already jumped though. Grar came crashing to the ground with a glorious thud and stood up, ready to try and chase her down, but giving a defeated sigh when he saw she was a momma. ... He just couldn't. He wasn't no poacher. Groaning and dusting his self off, Grar made his way back to 'camp' and sat down against a tree, hair and ears a little mussed with dirt. With a groan, he fell onto his side and stared up at the orange stricken sky, the sunset nearing it's end.

He could easily continue hunting in the dark. But the noise he made in the silence of nightfall made hunting among the bush way too difficult. Dammit