Ome wanders through the jungle, grumbling to himself. He'd come out here to train over a week ago, but on the second day some creature or another had made of with his supplies. He had been living off the fat stored in his spiked tail, but that hadn't done much, given how fast his metabolism is. He growls, his elven ears twitch as he listens for anything he could possibly catch. His hands searching the pockets of his camouflage pants, and t-shirt futiley.