A few days had passed since that announcement of this little game and things had quickly escalated. People who had no real urge to play were being hunted and those who did were either carefully stalking those who didn't or were well.... The fire a while back said it all. Wolfram had pushed on away from those who were causing chaos for a more secluded spot where there was likely more animals to trap so he could eat. The Young Lord wasn't completely helpless at hunting he just lacked much skill and talent when it came down to it. Tracking the prey, a rabbit big enough to feed him for the night, that was easy, actually trapping the animal was another story.
He watched his every step, taking slow steps pausing briefly to make sure he hadn't been heard by the sack of fur sitting just beyond the brush in the tiny clearing. Coming across and catching rabbits was much more difficult than he had originally thought when they started. One wrong step was all it took before the critter bounded away and he'd have to find something else to sustain himself through the night. So he was taking extra care not to make the same mistakes he had. He couldn't stand the thought of foraging for food again....
One crack, just one behind him tore his attention from the unsuspecting creature to scan the brush behind him. In the wooded area beyond he could see nothing, but still he drew his blade completely forgetting the prospect of dinner which had most likely bounded out of the clearing and off into the woods by now.
He stepped back out of the brush and into the small clearing bladed pointed before him raised in defense should he be attacked.
"I heard you! Come out now!"
He may very well be shouting at nothing but an animal that had startled him, but he's learned that its better safe than sorry.