<em>Odd, he wasn't an expert on this whole imprisonment thing, but he was sure that when animals take another animal, they don't release them back into the wild, especially not into better land. He knew he'd learn only a little from the weird mammals that had taken him once before, but he at least expected to be back in their weird barren dens, with tree and rock like homes, and scarce forest. Though he was sure that this wasn't their den, since forest dominated the place, it was actually something he liked, which made him more the certain that he wasn't with the taller mammals anymore. It confused him to see that they'd restrain him, forcing him into sleep, then dump him back into another forest, it actually ticked him off, yeah, pissed him real good to be forced into something without reason; throw salt in the wounds, with them not even being around for him to show them his displeasure. Well, he could only guess it was for the better, the forest he was in now was much more flourished than the border of the tall mammal's den, actually, it was a lot better than his first home with his mother, and it look a lot more easier than when he first pushed out to be a loner. He'll be able to restart now, it wasn't really difficult to be a lone wolf in the barren forest, so it should be quite easy in this one.<br/><br/>Hazel stood, a bit wobbly, maybe he was still a tad bit sleepy, looking himself over, he didn't like the fluffy look his fur was getting, it cut at his wind, so it made him run slower than normal, he'll break his fur in, eventually. Before moving from his abandoned spot, Hazel's ears circled his head, to get a good listen of his surroundings, he opened his mouth and tasted the air, rolling the forest scent against the roof of his mouth. Hazel bent his head low, and sniffed at the flooring, he was sure the tall mammals were surround him, so he'll be able to tell their scent against the forest. Hazel also picked up a few random animal scent, and a faint wolf's smell, though it was foreign, so it could have also been confused with another mammal.<br/><br/>Slinking forward, Hazel began to walk, he wasn't particularly hungry, seeing as he was in the midst of eating when he was captured, though, he was thirsty, and could smell a stream. Hazel took his time to go there, mainly surveying the area for the new scented animals—the rodents and birds always did smell different when bred in another forest—and they all smelled healthy, though he could only spot the runts, who were foolish enough to prowl the surface. They didn't catch his interest, no, he wanted water now, so as the little feast scattered—even being ten feet from him, hidden under bushes—Hazel didn't spare them a glance.<br/><br/>Making it over to a stream, Hazel stopped, and laid on his stomach, his head poked over the rim of the edge, and he sighed, the fluff of his fur was puffing into his eyes, it made him look like a chubby pup, with his thin built. Dipping his muzzle into the stream, lazily, he drunk the cool liquid. Since he was already laying down, Hazel just pulled his neck from over the edge, and turned to his side. He only sat like that for a while, until he had the sudden urge to roll on his back, much more vigorously than usual, kicking up dirt between the stone pebbles.</em><br/><br/>Life was fine, his hunting was good, and he was able to find all the natural hiding spots of the little rodents, beavers were his favorite, so he stayed near the river a lot. Hazel didn't particularly play in the water, only when his fur would get really messy, though he was doing a pretty good job slicking it down with out actually making it filthy, over the weeks, though the matted patchiness was kind of an accidental add on, though he didn't mind. He didn't really enjoy eating the fish—whenever the beavers were scarce—but he enjoyed the good feeling of catching and killing them, he truly shouldn't be so wasteful.<br/><br/>Yawning, Hazel bathed in the sun, he wasn't by the stream anymore, mainly because all the beavers were too scared to returned, and he'd quite like them to. All he seemed to be doing was sleeping, Hazel didn't want to get fat, but this forest was so peaceful; it was quiet, and alone, animals kept their distance—unless dinner time called—and he was able to sleep without the responsibilities of the pack, or the tall mammals. Hazel couldn't say he was bored, for the fact that he had his own little play time, biting at bark, tugging at random shrubs, even clawing at tree bark; all of this sharpened his teeth and claws, not only great for defense, but it gave him a pleasant feeling to see flesh of his meals easily tear, a sort of thrill to where he even went as far to pounce on any type of pray, just to see how smooth his hard keratin could guild through.<br/><br/>Hazel didn't have a den, he really just traveled places, but the forest seemed barren, so he'd leave piles of food buried in random places; he'll come back to them, or not. So far, the forest was his, so he slept wherever, though the cool mist of the stream, and the warmth of the unshaded sun set him at peace, so that was where Hazel frequented the most, some fallen stones providing the shade when needed.