Angra Mainyu was off on his own hunting. He needed some alone time from his little 'herd'. His best friend, and -cough-lover-cough-, was keeping watch over the two mares they had somehow 'acquired'. Bastion would say that they tricked them or woo'd them into joining their little group but Angra wasn't too sure. He almost had the feeling like Morana was the one who allowed them to join her group. He really didn't like that feeling so he shoved it to the back of his mind and heart.
Pulling his mind back to the task on hand he stared into the small clearing he had found in the woods. Earlier he had spooked some rabbits but he was hoping something else would come in. It looked like a good clearing where creatures that ate plants would go to eat. So far it had not drawn in any visitors. Silently he growled at the green plant life, his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl. He needed some food, mostly for himself, but also so he could take it back to his herd and prove that Bastion that he could indeed still hunt.
