This was not an irregular occurrence, and although he tried his best to be a productive member of the society he now resided in, he just simply wasn't cut out to be a hunter. When it came to throwing muscle around or defending the territory and its denizens, he was right at home - but this wily hare?
Impossible.
Uttering soft curses, the Samurai heaved himself back up onto his paws and shook out the debris from his wiry coat, looking all the more disheveled and displeased.
He only tried because it was important, because the Clan needed sustenance in the coming months and because Izumi depended upon all of her pack to provide for the greater good, but he just - wasn't skilled enough.
Curse these paws, he thought sullenly.
Collecting himself with an air of patient dignity, he carried on and pursued the trail.
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