Charak walked the other way going deeper into the en cumbersome woods he sighed... his hand scrapped across the bark as he walked further into the dark did he care much perhaps not a rabbit squirmed past... The hunger took hold... Charak blinked he was holding a dead rabbit and he was eating it... a piece of meat dropped from his mouth raw uncooked... Bloody. and he liked the taste... he blinked again... the rabbit was gone and his head felt clear again.