Anim sat in the dark woods, resting beside a fire. His hood was up and cloak enshrouded him, his golden eyes searing as they stared into the fire. He had not yet left to hunt for the Princess. There were still a few supplies he recquired, and thus he stayed just on the outskirts of the town hidden in the woods. Beside him his clydsdale mare; Gydra, trotted about restlessly. She wandered around sniffing at the ground for just a simple bit of grass or grain and let out a disgruntled snort when none was to be found. The woods didn't have much growing in them now; and soon the Taalunian Floral nomads would make their way to replenish the life that slowly went out. 
Of course their fix would only be temporary. Nothing lasts forever.
Bitterly, Anim rose and went to his sleeping mat where his pack lay. From within he drew a handful of apples. They had been expensive, but it would keep his mare's stomach from growling all night. He went to Gydra to rub his hand down her long snouth and to press a handful of juicy fruits to her mouth. She took them more than willingly, letting out a happy whinnie. Satisfied, the Taalunian left her a pile of apples before moving ahead. 
From his back he drew his bow and a single arrow. While it would be easier to pay for meat it was much more convienient and cheaper to slaughter his own kill for the night. He seldom appreciated a fully belly when hunting.