Mitch heard the sound of bushes moving and he licked his lips, he was in luck!  An animal had trapped itself in them, and although he was sick of wild game; he was far more sick of the gnawing emptiness in his belly.  Such opportunities are to be seized upon and he moved towards where the rustling was and he knew that stealth was the key!<br/><br/>Mitch supposed the two years of experience in the field was something and moving to take out a dagger he had resting against his hip he grinned to himself as he lowered down to a crouching position and stayed as still as he could to pinpoint where the animal was trapped in the bushes.  Easing off the path as to become one with the woods itself he wondered what it felt like as the bush caught his arm and he tried to ignore the sharp pain as it cut into his flesh just a little.  If he moved suddenly the potential supper would be gone in the wind and he couldn’t allow that!<br/><br/>Mitch bit on his lower lip and the pain subsided, releasing the flesh he proceeded to continue stalking moving slowly along the bushes a few feet at a time so not to disturb his potential dinner.  Only ten feet from where Kalista was hiding, he stopped and looked around again.  However the bushes were thick and it was mostly sound he was hunting by, the faintest hint… and he’d have them, so he waited.  Mitch knew the secret of a good hunt, was patience.