a bit of a stretch

Despite the time Peter had spent in his new body, there were still things he was just learning, just getting used to. So when Loren invited him out to try hunting, he all but shouted out his enthusiasm, and arrives at the manor as early as he can, pacing circles in the yard, where things are just beginning to sprout. The trek to the woodlands went quickly, Peter unable to slow his gait, but more than willing to stop and wait for the other Launceleyn, or, more often, pace in a circle until the other had caught up, too full of energy to stop moving for even a moment. Why wouldn’t I be? He answers, the feeling of a laugh following the words, though he stifled the one that threatened to leave his throat. No point in scaring everything before they’d even begun. Peter had no idea what  exactly they were hunting, but he could get through anything with enthusiasm. As they got deeper into the woods, he kept his nose down, looking for anything that seemed interesting. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.