Brel scratched his fur coat by the neck with his animal paw a few times, and then figured he can't stop. The brown fur started waving again as he ran against the wind towards the exit of the town. It was the most logic thing to do right now. At least, until the guards finally forgot about him. His real life personality was long forgotten in this place, he was not acting like himself. It seems like this game has actually made him somewhat cooler than in real life. That geeky little kid that played video games his whole life is now a teenager who just stole gold and got away with it easily. He enjoyed this much more.
Having adjusted to the fox's body, he was, jogging, you could say, towards the exit of the town. It was not running, it was more like a mixture of walking and running. A song was playing in his head that he had listened before the start of the new world. It was a song by a popular singer in the US, but his name had stuck to Brel at the tip of his tongue, he couldn't say it, nor think it, but he was trying to remember it so hardly.
As he maneuvered through the crowds of happy and sad people, he left the town, and with that note his speed fell. He slowed down to be a little bit more cautious not to get mauled by some idiot who misjudges him for a monster. That could happen though, but he wasn't sure there were fox monsters around the town. A beautiful view opened in front of Brel's eyes. Plains stretching around, cut off by the thick trees of the forest. Flowers decorated the ground as he stepped along the road towards the forest, not knowing what to expect. He hadn't been out of the town yet, and he sure as hell didn't know what's waiting for him in the forest. He was now regretting his choice of stealing that gold. He would at least be able to stay in town and ask for someone to help him out with some food, or drink. He was both hungry and thirsty. I could always cook some monster meat. No. No, that's wrong, that's just wrong. Or is it? I'm a fox now, I should be able to eat monster meat if it tastes good. His lust for food had a debate with his human instincts. He saw people outside of town. People fighting, debating, traveling, but nothing that would seem harmless. Stretching out his traveling path, Brel decided to circle around the road instead of traveling along it.
The forest was already close. He was lurking in the grass not far from the forest to see if there's anything or anyone inside there. At least, as far as he could see through the dark. The leaves up top covered it from sunlight, so only a few meters into it were visible. Sitting there for ten minutes, he was certain by then that there was no harm of going inside the forest. At least, not the first steps.
With a shivering body covered in brown fur, he entered the forest. His crimson red fox eyes seemed to be slightly illuminated in the dark, as he scouted around, watching out for trouble. Death was not a thing he'd like to experience so young. Upon entering the forest, he changed back to human form, just in case someone attacks him, that way he can defend easily with his dagger. He wasn't even sure why he entered the forest in the first place - for fun, or for money. Either way it was as good a place as any. Maybe he'd even meet some friends if he was lucky enough to come across people that were actually friendly for once. Most people here so far are like The Governor from The Walking Dead series Brel had watched as a child. They were like hungry wolves looking for food, except, they weren't wolves.
Speaking of wolves... As Brel was traversing the forest barely seeing anything, with only a little of dim light coming through the treetops, a gosh darn wolf leapt out of nowhere, now standing right in front of him, and growling like a rabid dog. His dark grey coat was well looked after, groomed, and even styled a little bit. His brown eyes though, pierced Brel's soul with the stare. A little bit bent legs showed that the wolf was about to attack when a whistle came out of the trees behind the wolf. "Easy, Melanie." He said. He came out of the bushes and trees behind from where the wolf leapt at Brel. It was a strange looking man. With a cigar in his teeth, a cowboy hat on his head, and clothes that reminded him of western movies - shoes with those spiky wheel things, a leather vest full of medals covering a shirt, brown pants also made from leather, but seemingly expensive. He also had one of those simple pistols from the sixty's, if his history was correct. Old little thing, but powerful. "She didn't hurt you, did she? I'm sorry, my name is Ben, and this fellow is Melanie, my wolf companion." The man muttered with a deep voice, petting his wolf a little on the forehead. The wolf seemed to listen to his commands, and even became happy at Brel somehow. The pet AI here was probably more advanced than that in real life. Which was a good thing. That means Brel can finally make his dreams come true of having a wolf pet.
"It's fine, sir. I was just a bit startled by the intimidating pet you have there." Brel answered with his knees shaking. If he was scared of a little wolf, what will happen when he faces an actual monster? "Excuse me, may I ask who are you? An NPC, a player?" He asked without knowing how to distinguish those two.
"I'm a monster... Nah, I'm just kidding, don't be afraid. I'm a player. A Hunter. I hunt food and sell it for money. It's quite a good way to make some extra cash before people figure out how to get off this forsaken island. It's growing annoying for me, I want something new. I want new meat." He spoke. It seemed like Brel touched a topic close to his heart.
"Could I buy something cooked or ready to eat? I'm starving." Brel asked scared, hoping to get a positive answer, since he hadn't eaten for a while now, and his food from the previous day was not enough to sustain for two days, so it was quite a priority.
"You know what? You're the first fella who didn't try to kill me once I met them. Here, have some of my hunted meat. It's raw, but they serve it raw everywhere, since it's the Flamehusk meat." The man said, handing a piece of meat from his bag to Brel. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do. Bye. Good luck, mate. He continued, as he whistled, telling his pet to come with him, and faded into the trees.
"I didn't even get to thank him..." Brel murmured to himself as he took a huge bite from the chunk of meat. The man was right, it wasn't something that needed to be cooked. It tasted good as it was. He was grateful to the man as his stomach was now full and up for action.