Things are not so bad, Petar thought to himself, taking a long sip of freshly brewed coffee as he observed the woods from the porch of the cabin. It was only day two of a two week hunting trip. He was in no rush to find his quarry just yet, wanting to simply enjoy being at peace in nature after hitting what felt like the lowest point in entire his life.

Tomorrow he'd try to bag his first roe deer, a doe if he could help it so he could have some tender meat to make meals of during the trip. He'd try to get a buck closer to the end of the trip after spending a week or so studying his options. Anything left over from breaking down the deer would be left for the local wildlife. Nature knew how to use what he couldn't.

He took another sip, the chair beneath him creaking as he leaned back and made himself comfortable. There was no urgency out here. Not yet. Not ever, for Petar. Out here, everything else belonged to a different version of himself that he left back in Stari Grad. He intended to keep it that way for now, until he could no longer ignore his new reality.