The next morning, Corvus awoke from his slumber and rubbed his eyes clean of any gunk. Then, with a sigh, he opened his covers and, while sitting up, began putting on the boots he wore when he arrived, which had now dried. Fitting his shoes onto his feet and tying up the previously loose laces, he stood up from his bed, walked towards the inn door, and grabbed his coat and hat before leaving. Once in the hall he moved straight towards the stairway and made his way to the main room of the inn.
Slightly hungry he walked up to where the innkeeper was previously and just like before he was still rubbing the table, after all, there wasn't much to do when you were this far out and had only a limited amount of customers who themselves weren't very wealthy. This time around he didn't speak much to the innkeeper and the main reason was just the the fact that there wasn't anything else much to say, and corvus himself was somewhat of an introvert.
After ordering some bread and cheese he grabbed the wrapped cloth and put on his mask. "See ya out there," he said just before leaving outside. The innkeeper let out a hmm and continued reading his book that was present yesterday. Opening the door corvus was met with a bright sight of white. Slightly squinting his eyes he inserted his hands into the interior of his coat and grabbed a pair of stored glasses that were specifically made to prevent any sort of blinding from traveling.
It was a popular invention that immediately took off due to the high amount of people who constantly got blinded even while traveling just a couple of miles away from the cities for too long. Fixing the glasses atop his face he walked out the doorway and closed the door behind him which exploded him entirely to the cold. Luckily it wasn't a blizzard or storm type of weather instead, it was sunny. Perfect for traveling. Nodding to himself corvus walked off the wooden porch of the two-story inn and began walking through the snow.
Crunch after crunch sounded out and as corvus got further and further away from the inn he slowly but surely began to enter one of the many great forests up north. his objective, was to find animals of course. Shifting through the green pic trees and their prickly exteriors corvus found that the snow was getting higher and higher as he walked. Typically he would be able to tread the snow with a certain type of shoes, and in fact, he should've prepared them, but, unfortunately, he was in a bit of a rush while trying to get ready for his adventure up north.
Sighing aloud corvus continued trudging through the harsh lands and at the same time he pulled out a somewhat small yet elongated weapon. It was his silver revolver that cost a small fortune to acquire. Like all weapons, it worked perfectly fine after getting wet and the range on it was also quite decent, which of course was one of the reasons corvus decided to buy it. He felt that if anything, this pistol would probably be his best insurance in case of thieves, bandits, or any scoundrel trying to go after him and also the cheapest one that he could find.
It also worked just fine for hunting, though the deer's pelt could be damaged depending on where he shot them. At any rate, it was versatile and a great purchase in his opinion.
Breathing a little more heavily he quickly began to scan his area and the many leaves that were left on the ground. Although he was getting deeper into the forest the trees didn't seem to do a very good job at covering the falling snow with their pine leaves, due to this, much of the forest floor was just snow, and occasionally a plant or two that was somehow not smothered. Paying close attention to these pockets of plants corvus soon found what he was looking for.
A bite on some of the vegetation and tracks could lead to some animals, luckily for him, there seemed to be just that. Moving through the snow and calming his breath he moved his face closer to the plant and then the floor. The tracks were made by some type of deer. Exactly what he was looking for.
The tracks themselves seemed fresh enough to not be covered up by any of the snow and wind, so, following the tracks corvus was on the move once again. The prints didn't lead very far and after making sure he was going upwind corvus squinted through his glasses and saw there was a couple of deer. Holding his breath he only took a few more steps and just as the deer raised their heads to listen for threats, he lifted his hand and aimed his revolver shooting one shot, and with the quick rotation of its chamber, he shot another.
The sounds of gunpowder exploded and the deers called out in pain, it was a hit. Waving some of the smoke from his face corvus let out a breath.
He wasn't a sharpshooter, but luckily he had plenty of practice to shoot fast if anything else. Walking towards the now bloodied carcass of two deers he pulled out his hunting knife and kneeled into the snow. Putting his hand atop the carcass he let out a shushing noise and stabbed his knife quickly into the neck of the deer.
It was cruel for a hunter not to finish his prey in one shot and although he missed this one in one shot, luckily his first target got hit in the head and died instantly, painlessly.
The second shot paralyzed the other hence prompting him to finish the job as clean as he could. Moving the deer he finished off directly atop the other one he grabbed a rope that he had on him and tied the both of them together. Typically he would want to make sure that he wasn't dragging the bodies and letting out the blood in case of attracting other predators, but fortunately, this forest in particular didn't have many such animals.
The biggest reason for that is that a mass 'extinction' event had taken place, organized by one of the lords or mayors in the bigger cities closer to the north, who were looking to expand their domains. Corvus cleared his mind and began moving back to the inn, besides the stables to the left of the main building there was also a makeshift butchery in the back of the inn for hunters to sell their games and also skin their prey.
Besides he had forgotten to grab a sled from the owner of so that he could drag much more prey, it would be a busy few days and if he didn't have one then it would only waste time.
Chuckling to himself corvus began pulling the dead deer and made his way back.