Vale continued his foray deeper into the depths, but still had no luck with wild vegetables or hunting. Spotting a small rocky hill between the trees ahead Vale decided he'd take a rest before continuing on, he still had about 2 hours before he'd have to turn back. Vale cleared a spot of small rocks before sitting and taking a drink of water from his canteen, the water was warm and tasted quite bad but he had no other choice. He pondered a bit on what to do but eventually decided, since he couldn't hunt any prey he might as well try to hunt something that was generally the hunter. He knew it was reckless, even dumb, as the only predators in this forest that would try to hunt him were Dirge wolves. If he was unlucky he'd run into a pack, if he was really unlucky he might run into a pack with an alpha. An alpha was a pack leader that was capable of slaughtering multiple peak Shackled realm body refiners, they were fast, cunning, and their fur was thick and as strong as wood which made hurting them quite hard with a sword and difficult still with a spear. This seemed to him to be his only choice as his skills were just not suited to taking out fast moving animals that mainly run away and although boars are weaker they tended to charge once then run off and only an idiot would try to take on a boar during it's charge with Vale's strength. Although Dirge wolves were faster and more cunning they were also less defensive and more aggressive. Plus they had a tendency to try to wear out their target, which would give Vale more opportunities to land a fatal blow. Thinking out a plan Vale looked around the the nearby forest for some thick green vines, after spending about half an hour he'd harvested about ten vines as thick as his wrist and about 4 meters in length. Looking down at the vines Vale couldn't help but envision one snapping as he tried to climb it, his plan was simple, lure the Dirge wolf to the clearing with the rocky hill while having a the vines tied to branches of different trees for him to scramble up if things went bad. It was a terrible plan just based on the average Dirge wolf he was barely faster, if it was a slightly stronger one he'd probably never make it to one of the vines much less be able to climb it. After another hour and a half Vale had everything ready and had just managed to start a campfire to wait to see if he'd get lucky or perish in the forest.
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