Leo surprises himself, sometimes, with the things he’s capable of doing.

He carries three rabbits, all three tied together by the legs and slung over his back. In the other hand, he carries a bag with some random herbs he managed to find while hunting. He learned through tracking rabbits that they usually pass by or will stop to eat random plants they find scattered on the mountain, and so he figured it would be best to kill two birds with one stone- kill the rabbit, take the herbs.

Before the blackout him and his family were never hunters. They lived and breathed New York City, and there was no place to hunt in New York, there was no need to and his family never desired to. But when he joined Flintlock it was a necessity.
In the beginning he honestly felt guilty for being useless, in a way. He had never killed an animal before and was honestly sort of squeamish. He quickly realized how he had never really learned to care for himself, and if he was going to survive post blackout? He would need to learn to hunt game. If not for himself, then at least for the rest of the members of Flintlock.
It was lucky, though, that there were people in the group that were willing to let him learn from them. Usually just letting him sit in and watch them skin and dissect an animal carcass, taking note of what was used and what wasn’t.
But it was inevitable, he had to learn to actually hunt.

Eventually NPC would step up and actually teach him to track the different animals he could find on the mountain. Now, the tracking, for Leo, was his favorite part. It was never an issue. He preferred watching for the footsteps in the snow, trying to figure out if they went this way or that, trying to stay downwind from his prey. It was always the part where he had to kill where he always hesitated, and really, it ruined a good many of his hunts in the past.
He used to get into his own head a lot, always overthinking- Should I shoot it here? Or there? Will it die fast enough? Will I have to chase it more?

He doesn’t do it as much anymore. It's important to never waste a moment  when it comes to smaller animals- they’re too smart, too quick, always with an eye out. You wait too long and they’re already gone. And especially with the rabbits on the mountain, they were already learning his movements. They’ve moved their homes now, away from the areas he usually checks and into the more snowy areas. The tunnels he usually traps have been deserted.

Leo plops the three rabbits onto a table in the lodge, placing the bag of herbs nearby.
Laying each individual rabbit side by side, he tries to untie the rope that bound them all together so that he could get to work on them, one by one. But, apparently, he had knotted the rope a little too tight this time. Leo reaches into his pocket, his other pocket, and finally his back pockets until he realizes that he’s forgotten his hunting knife.

Damn.

He rummages around the lodging, and upon finding no hunting knife, he quickly leaves.
Did I drop it in the snow? Fuck.
He tries retracing his steps, following his own footprints in the snow backwards until he gives up on that and decides to look back and rummage through his own assigned lodging, looking through his drawers, cabinets, even his bed. Still, nothing.

By the time he gets back to his rabbits, he realizes Edmund is there also, with his own kill. Henry and Ida by his side, watching him take apart the buck and eagerly trying to get in on the action.
Leo clears his throat, trying not to surprise anyone too much, and takes a few steps towards the group.

“Ed,” He says as he takes his step forwards, “can’t find my knife.” He gestures behind him towards the table with the rabbits, all still bound together.
And Leo notices now the blood covering Ed's hands and starts to regret asking for help- hoping he's not being too inconvenient.