He retrieved his kill with practiced ease, slinging it over his shoulder as he made his way toward a nearby stream. The dagger in his hand gleamed under the dim light, flashing as he skinned and gutted the rabbit with smooth, practiced motions. Soon, he held a fresh portion of meat, ready for the fire.
By nightfall, the forest was swallowed in thick white mist. Rain began to fall in earnest, drumming against the leaves, forming rivulets along the tree trunks. Hutson reached into his spatial ring, retrieving a waterproof tarp, which he strung beneath a towering oak, creating a makeshift shelter. With quick, efficient hands, he gathered dry firewood, plucked wild vegetables, and foraged mushrooms from the damp undergrowth.
A snap of his fingers ignited the pile of wood. Flames roared to life, casting flickering shadows against the thick curtain of rain.
