Game (coco , open)

Rhys ran through the woods as silently as he could, which was pretty silent, considering he was at that awkward point in life when he wasn't used to his height. He was holding a gun, and his bow and almost empty quiver were strapped on his back. He also had three squirrel carcasses and on rabbit's dead body strung together and slung over his shoulder. It was still morning, but hunting started early.

Rhys was heading back to town to collect his family's earnings for the week. He was the sole provider for his family. Considering that his family consisted of him and his father, that wasn't much. His father was getting to old to work, though. Besides, Rhys liked hunting well enough. The forest was so beautiful and calming and he loved the way the wind rushed past him as he ran.

Oof! The one thing he didn't like, however, were the random tree roots that popped out of nowhere. Groaning, Rhys pulled himself off the ground and wiped the mud from his knees. Why did it have to be winter, when snow was still melting?

Rhys continued on his way, walking this time. His footfalls were now heavy. He was trying to bend his knees slightly to help with the slight pain from his now scraped knees He just had to fall on a rock, didn't he?

He sighed. Apparently he was going to stay in pain. Spotting a pile of snow next to a tree, Rhys decided to sit there and apply snow to his wound. As he did, his muscles relaxed. The stinging stopped and he realized that it felt a lot worse than it was.

Ugh. It was times like these when he felt like such a girl. Suck it up, Lanoa! he told himself. It was just a small scrape, of course. Rhys toughened up and got on his feet. Unfortunately, he lost his balance and fell back, making a ton of noise. He heard a voice call "Who's there?!

Figured he was in no position to run away, Rhys followed the voice and stepped out into a clearing.