It was time to get some food. Luficer had told him he wouldn’t die of hunger, of course, but that didn’t stop his stomach from turning inside out. He was nauseous with hunger, but it was making him weak. He had tried fishing, with no luck (and the bottom of his pants wet).
Now he was trying to catch a small animal, perhaps a rabbit or something else. He sighed, leaning his back against the tree, grunting.