[ He grunts out a frustrated breath. ]

Hell, I dunno.

[ He brings up his knees, resting his elbows on them as he tips his head back against the tree. ]

I've never had a minder. Used to be I'd just— scout out a place for a couple nights and hope for the best on a full moon.

[ Granted, he had no way of knowing whether or not anyone fell along his path during the night, and when the moon began to wane, he would spend a few days wondering if the lingering taste of blood on the back of his tongue was animal or human. ]