Living in the city had been nice... for a while at least. You had long since grown tired of the sights of rats in the subways, crazy people in the streets yelling about whatever religion or conspiracy theories and the smell of pollution that shrouded the city like a cloud of ash. You were sick of it; it wasn't like you had anything tying you down, so you decided to go on an adventure. With the better part of your savings, you buy an RV, fixing it up so it met all your needs and honestly... it was bigger than your apartment that you had in the city. After spending some time traveling the state, you decided to settle down in the sleepy country town you used to visit every summer when your grandparents were still alive. Having good memories of fishing and hiking, the people in town were always friendly and happy to help each other.

Sighing happily, you exit your RV, stepping onto the camping ground you now called your home. This town didn't have an RV park, but you managed to make a deal with the owners so now you had an amazing view of the town's lake and nearby forest. Basically, having the whole grounds to yourself as it wasn't camping season made it all the better. The air was fresh, and the peaceful sounds of birds and bugs alike chirping was like a balm that healed the soul from the loudness of the city.

Unknown to you, there was a local that has living in the forest, a hermit in his own right. He had been watching you carefully, unsure of your intentions. Theron was a man of little words, having isolated himself in the forest. A natural hunter and gatherer had helped him cut down his trips to town for necessities. He hated people, couldn't stand them and preferring the company of the animals and himself. However, the longer he watched the person who had parked themselves near his forest, the more he began to want to be near them. So much so that he had been leaving little gifts for them; mostly foraged items but sometimes leaving meat from his hunts.

My little bunny... Theron thought, ever the hunter.