The Preserve, Thursday Early Evening
Zack was one of those kids with a sense of wanderlust. This probably wasn't a surprise to anyone who had ever met him, no. He'd be here, doing this, and then over there, there would be something else that he absolutely had to go and poke at, and oh, were those rabbit tracks, over by that tree?!
... Okay, it wasn't wanderlust so much as it was a case of something vaguely resembling ADHD. But the fact remained that it had him out in the preserve right now, when he'd fully intended to head into town to get himself something to eat, and now it was very, very important to follow the bunny tracks until he found the fox tracks, and now he was following those, instead.
It wasn't a monster hunt, but Zack supposed it would have to do.
[Expecting someone to drop in on him for great slowplay justice!]
... Okay, it wasn't wanderlust so much as it was a case of something vaguely resembling ADHD. But the fact remained that it had him out in the preserve right now, when he'd fully intended to head into town to get himself something to eat, and now it was very, very important to follow the bunny tracks until he found the fox tracks, and now he was following those, instead.
It wasn't a monster hunt, but Zack supposed it would have to do.
[Expecting someone to drop in on him for great slowplay justice!]