He sat by the entrance to the cave. The same one urVa gifted to him, locating all his abandoned trophies in it, which he thought one day will be swallowed by hungry forest. Herb in minor hand, the bottle of beverage in major.
The small clouds of smoke forming around him ghastly shapes, as he uncorked the brew with s strong pull and swallowed almost all in one gulp.
Sometimes, the peace was all he really craved for. There will be time for hunt, soon enough, there will be time for bloodspill. But now, it was just him, the intoxicating herb and not less intoxicating liquor.
And the night. The wind. The stars.
His. It was all his.