What should have been a simple survival exercise had become what could easily have been the worst week of his life. Leon had been wondering through the woods for well upon a week now. If not for his immunity to toxins, he would have probably starved, but as it was he could eat anything he found, several berries and mushrooms that would likely have been poisonous if he was a normal person. This was not the first time Leon had foraged for food, but it was the first time he had done so outside the city. Thus this had not been an easy or pleasant experience. 

He had followed that dumb bat for a while, until he suspected he it was not the one he was supposed to be. By that time he was well and truly lost, and was unable to figure out which way the mansion was, or where Derek was. Despite all appearances, he had not kind of animal sense of direction, and though his sense of smell could likely track, he had never utilized it in such a fashion, leaving him wondering around in circles. He ended up deep in the woods in the middle of the night, wondering until the sun rose, at which point fell asleep, having been up all night.

Over the course of days, he had looked for food and water, taking whatever he could when he found it, while looking for any sign of where he was. By he third night he had a bit of a break down. He had imagined disappearing into the woods, or some other wilderness where people would be safe from his quills, but he had thought if that ever happened, it would at least be on his own terms. He hadn't thought he may be thrust into that situation. 

Leon was looking a bit worse for wear. He had never been as isolated as he was now. He had always wished to be left alone so no one would be in danger from him. Careful what you wish for. His clothing was dirty and badly torn, having no shelter from the elements like he could find in the city. If not for his fur, he would have probably succumb to exposure. Berries and mushrooms were quickly losing their charm, what he wouldn't give for a burger.

Leon didn't consider himself a hunter, not by any means. If anything he would have called himself a scavenger, since anything he had done was essentially getting things from someone else's labor, food from dumpsters or meals at the mansion. After a few days out in the woulds, where everything was about him doing everything for himself, he was starting to appreciate how good he had had it. He had by no means considered himself lucky or of much worth, but even in his isolated state he had had some form of support. Now he was on his own, truly and fully. He had exhausted what few berry bushes and mushrooms he had found, and what hunger he had been able to tide over was starting to get the better of him. His senses were informing him of things he hadn't picked up on before, a change brought up perhaps by a step backwards on his list of priorities. He could smell animals that had passed through, and while his conditioning to never want to harm anything made him revolt at the idea, survival and need told him he needed fuel for his body, which demands were higher then most due to it's size. His body was running low, and it was either get something, or he would soon find himself starving. So he had set up a trap. He could smell where rabbits had passed through, so had tied some of his spines to a sprig and set a trip wire with some string from his clothing. It wasn't a good way to die, but he didn't know enough about traps to make anything more effective. He was desperate, and he had past the limit where his phobia got in the way of survival.