Sam sat lazily on a branch halfway up a large Oak tree, so he was concealed from view from both the ground and any Aves that happened to fly by in the sky. He always stayed around this part of the woods, camouflaged in the trees. One of the main reason for that is because, to his knowledge, not many people or Aves passed by here -he knew from his time with his family as an Aves hunter.... little did he know, he was only a few miles off from where the other banished Aves were camped.
The other Aves -both original and banished- more than likely thought he was dead. Sam went his separate way from everyone else the night they were banished, and has stayed out of sight from everyone since, at least so far. Sure, it might have been stupid to go live off on his own; he'd have a better chance of survival if he stayed with the other banished Aves, but he wanted to be alone... Or, rather, that's what he tells himself, when really he does miss having others to talk to. But he didn't want to risk getting close to anybody again.
Sam sighed to himself, leaning against the rough bark of the tree trunk, and allowing his wings to droop by his side. He stayed that way for a few hours until after the sun finally rose, and he decided that it was probably time to go hunting, since he had no such luck getting food yesterday. Sam transformed into a White-Necked Raven and flew to a small stream he discovered not to long ago. Landing on a tree branch roughly 20 feet away from the stream, he transformed back to his original form and took out a bow and arrows that he stashed in a dense bundle of branches in the tree. And then he patiently, quietly waited.
