Bearly Concentrating

[wreckofaguy]

[As Ralph stumbles through the forest, he tries to remember what's happened the past few days. His memories are hazy and murky, his hands and arms are covered in scratches.

He's been holed up in a thick part of the forest, sleeping for the most part, and only stopping his rest to find something nearby to snack on. But, now, he's trying to remember why he was doing that in the first place.

Ralph rubs his forehead, he figures that he had transformed sometime before he took to being a recluse, he's thankful that he's large enough that his clothes fit both his human and bear forms without too much fuss.

He thinks he's heading towards home, but his sense of direction isn't always the best, especially after he hasn't been eating nearly enough. He'll have to find something to munch on while he heads home, and then get a real dinner for once.]

Comments

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph nods.]

I will, I promise. Do ya want me to come back now? Or should I lay low for a while?

[Ralph grimaces as well, though there's a part of him that wonders if he had eaten any of the chickens or if he had just senselessly killed them.

It didn't really matter, though, dead chickens were dead chickens.]

'Bout how many chickens do ya think you'll need?

[nobirdsallowed]

Like... thirty.

[Yes, Ralph, you had eaten some. And he commended you, he didn't even like them cooked.]

Yeah, come on back. Damien's probably hibernating again by now.

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph winces slightly, that was a lot of chickens. He'd be able to afford it, thank goodness, but transporting that many at once might be a problem.

He nods, then looks a little concerned.]

Okay, though, uh, is anybody else mad 'bout what I did?

[He wouldn't blame them if they were, but he wasn't too sure about walking back into an area full of people furious at him.]

[nobirdsallowed]

My mother and sisters certainly aren't happy.

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph thinks for a moment, scratching his cheek with a single finger.]

Uh...is there anything I could get 'em at town while I'm buyin' th' chickens?

[A little present might go a long way in repairing the relationships.]

[nobirdsallowed]

...My sisters like comic books, and mother enjoys chocolate covered almonds and western novels.

[He nods, hands propped on his hips.]

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph nods.]

Comic books, chocolate almonds, and books, got it.

Are there any certain kind of comics and books they like?

[While he didn't really read himself, he knew there were plenty of choices out there.]

[nobirdsallowed]

Superman.

[He cocked an eyebrow, frowning back in the direction of home.]

Do you need an escort or something to town?

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph shakes his head.]

Nah. Unless you'd feel more comfortable keepin' an eye on me and wanna make sure I hold up my end of the bargain.

[He really didn't care either way, but the extra set of hands might come in handy for transporting everything on the shopping list.]

[nobirdsallowed]

[Virgil looks down at the satchel on his shoulder; there was a lot of empty space. He certainly could help bring it back. The wolf nodded.]

I'll got with you.

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph shrugs.]

All right. I usually go this way, unless you prefer something different?

[He had pointed close to the direction they faced, but he had no idea if it went through any other territories, he usually just went his own way and did his own thing.]

[nobirdsallowed]

[He shrugs as well, turning to follow behind.]

Whichever is fastest. We can cross my land if you're with me.

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph thinks this over.]

I'm not sure which is quicker, I usually avoid yer territory. So, I dunno how long it takes to cut across it.

[nobirdsallowed]

Just make a decision.

[He is terribly disinterested in your actions, Ralph.]

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph huffs lightly thinking it over.]

I think I'd rather continue goin' my way. I don't wanna press my luck with yer group after I tore the place up.

[nobirdsallowed]

Either way.

[He shifts the bag around, pulling out a small handful of jerky and munching it.]

[wreckofaguy]

[Ralph nods.]

Okay, we'll keep on goin' this way.

[He starts to lead the way again, though, when Virgil pulls out the jerky, he starts sniffing the air as he walked.]