[b]Outskirts of The Tundra, near Clockmetal, ROSSKAYA 4:00pm[/b] [i]The heat warmed his cold skin, warding off the biting cold of the snow. It crackled and popped, the fire consuming all the wood Light had fed it. He let out a huge sigh as he sat down, muscles sore. "Fighting is a pain...", he thinks, "...but worth the coin, I guess.". Typing a few commands into his Tac-Pad, a sum appearing on his HUD: 5,950C. Light liked the look of that. Less so the piercing pain in his shoulder. That doc was relentless with the cleaning of the wound. It was covered by gauze under his blood-stained tunic, both his blood and the wolves, and a leather jacket. The snow was packed underneath him, providing a comfortable seat, and a rabbit was already being roasted rotisserie-style on a branch over the fire. He had skinned it, and done all the prep himself. Removing it from over the fire, he grabbed another to replace it, and carefully ate the hot meat. It tasted better than anything he'd ever had, since just then Light realized he hadn't eaten in a few days. His thoughts left as he chomped on the meat, not leaving a single sliver of it. By then, the next one was ready, and he replaced it with a third. He downed the second with the same gusto as the first, and wiped his lip. He frowned, sad to eat such little creatures. They were game, but he still felt guilt at hunting them, since he did have enough to purchase food. Shrugging, he grabbed the final one and ate as much as he could, now full. Putting out the fire, he stood to leave, and grabbed his bow and arrows from a nearby tree, collapsing the bow to slide it into his pack. He didn't know where he'd go next, so he ventured into Clockmetal, roaming the streets, looking for items of interest.[/i] ((OPEN to all))