Saturday: 10/20/07
Who: Fenrir and Open When: Saturday Afternoon Where: Woods around the Boston Area What: The Hunting Trip
Fenrir had rented a van for the occasion, which had required all sorts of fun interactions with humans. But after nearly terrifying three receptionists to death and being removed from quite a few agencies, he had managed to compose himself enough to rent a van and be done with it. On the plus side, his earlier frustrations had made him a far better driving companion, and he barely said a word as he ferried his hunting companions out into the woods where he knew deer were abundant. There had been less hunters over the years, which meant deer populations were on the rise. And there would be no hunters in the earea, since hunting season was over. Luckily they were going hunting without weapons, and Fenrir didn't give a damn about the rules anyways.
As he stepped out of the van, he stretched his muscles, cracking his knuckles and his neck in the process, and inhaled deeply, reveling in the fresh air. He turned to face the group with a large smile on his face and actually seemed rather happy, which was almost as disturbing was him being upset. "So then, who's ready for a hunt? Do we want to go individually or see if we can try a little pack hunting?"