Jamal was huddled tightly inside the makeshift camp carving up a bottle on a large rock outcrop, as he could see a small forest fire in the far distance, no doubt probably because of him. He had a small fire up here himself heating up, thanks to several years of survival training in the much harsher environment of Suthurum preparing him so. But he was only hungry since there luckily was a spring of fresh water behind him.
He eyed his creation, essentially completed, as he placed it down beside the edge. He calmly took a breath, as he tied the cloak around him, and lumbered out of the shelter. He forced himself to make his way down to the forest floor, where he began his hunt for food. At this point, he would eat anything, as he saw a deer sleeping beside a leafy tree, unusually for this time of year, until he realized he was in the middle of what was once Saputa where the temperature was mild here, and rarely snowed or even got cold, unlike in Deiram, or what the new name he yet found out about.
As he began creeping up towards the deer, he took out a makeshift knife he made from stone, not wanting to use his fire to alert the animal of his nearby presence. Each step made only made him more hungrier and deliberate as he finally reached its neck. He looked at the creature's head, still asleep, not realizing its final moments were to come. Without hesitation, he cried out in hunger as he brought the knife down, a small cry from the deer was heard from around the forest, before silence reappeared.
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The climb back up with the carcass was hard, especially after still recovering from the attack earlier, but the determination to eat overcame. He reached the outcrop, his fire weak as he quickly added sticks he had left behind on the side, before re-lighting it. He quickly got to work, skinning and gutting the young doe, before beginning to heat several pieces of thick meat onto the fire. He watched the fat melt off, as his hunger began to get the best of him. He watched the food savagely until it was cooked to where he needed it and began to tear in, not caring for the heat of the flesh burning the inside of his mouth.
He finished in mere moments, as he began heating more food for later, and leaving the carcass on the side, ready to be used later. It felt bad getting into this condition, but before he got captured he was on a serious diet to stay as fit as possible, and he couldn't afford to miss even a few calories. What had to be done, was done, and he would find his way home. Back to his family, a welcoming society, and a burning passion to end Youden, once and for all.