the lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night | hunting patrol

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Eddie wasn't much of a hunter by nature. Though, this was sort of expected, as a scavenger. He excelled at hunting river creatures, but that was all. Of course .. Eddie couldn't rely on just eating whatever he got his hands on with his new bodymate. There were just .. too many demands for live flesh and blood. Not Eddie's favorite thing, but he could live with it.
Eddie's ear flicks as he registers one of his clanmates, an unknown maine coon, calling for a hunting patrol. And, for a long moment, he thinks about not participating. He'd been planning on just curling up and sleeping. In the end, though, the decision isn't up to him, and he stumbles as Venom bodily forces him a few steps in the stranger's direction with a soft rumble. Eddie grumbles, somewhat annoyed, but resigned, and then he stops to join the two.
"I'll see what I can do," He says somewhat noncommittally as he settles. He's sure between these two and whoever else shows up they have it covered, but it couldn't hurt.