[MagnaCarta]

Reinn flushed a little, his mind refusing to wrap around the fact that he had a completely separate life within him. He stretched a little once he was on his feet before nodding to Chev,"I could definitely go for something to eat."

He didn't bother with the clothes that had been shed during the night. The few able-bodied warriors in his village usually chose to fight without clothes, and it considered a fairly weak thing to wish to cover yourself simply for battle. Reinn never would claim to be a fighter, but with nobody in the forest to be modest for he didn't feel a need to fuss around with the light cloth.

He was, however, good at finding things. Usually, fruits and other edible things were a little hard to find at the very edge of the forest, but with his quick feet he was able to fill a small parcel in barely any considerable time. Edible things seemed abundant in the thick of the forest, and though he was still fumbled a little while navigating the roots and thicket, he seemed set on being able to find his own food. He'd had his family in mind, too, but didn't think Chevreuil would be very pleased if he'd killed some small animals for his father to salt for a meal.