After a long time to calm down, Hunter finally lifted his head and saw he was walking next to a farm. Hunter didn't even question why his feet took him there but he easily jumped the short, old white fence.

Hunter went straight for the sheep pen, thinking it was probably an instinct thing. Hunter jumped in the pen and sat down on the grass, not thinking twice about his clothes. He watched the sheep move until he got tired. Then he forced himself to stay awake by starting to smoke. 

Hunter only smoked when he was alone and it only happened sometimes. Theodore didn't know, and neither did his parents. They'd surely be disappointed if they knew.

Hunter was so lost in his thoughts, his eyes were staring at his lighter, and so ignoring the sheep, that he didn't notice the presence coming towards him.

Hunter was brought back to the present when a heavy shotgun was pressed to his head. Hunter looked up to see an older man who looked to be a farmer, but the alpha didn't seem to be intimidated at all. "Son, what are you doin', sittin' out here with the sheep?"

 "Watching them," Hunter responded when he discretely turned the music down. 

"But they're sheep." The farmer lowered his gun, confused. The farmer wore a blue, worn-out t-shirt with jean overalls over it and dirty, black boots. He was bigger and definitely had some weight on him, he looked like he would not go down without a fight even if his height told him he was average. 

 "Watching them calmed me down somehow." Hunter looked down, shrugging his shoulders.

 "Had a rough night?" The farmer asked, pretty much forgetting about the fact that Hunter was trespassing.

 "Not really. Just got mad and let my feet take me wherever. I have no idea where I am." Hunter didn't even try to smile, it wasn't worth it. He was starting to realize that he had messed up.

"Well, you shouldn't be smokin' though.." The farmer moved closer and put his hand out, over the fence. 

For a reason the boy didn't know, he gave the old man the burnt cigarette, lighter, and the few more cigarettes he had left.

 "You should come inside. Wash up and eat some dinner or at least something. You almost gave my wife a heart attack." The farmer said and started walking to the house not far away, expecting Hunter to follow.

"I'm sorry." Hunter stood up and jumped out of the pen. "Bye, guys." Hunter waved at the sheep and followed the man up to the house. 

 "You're tired, aren't you?" The older farmer looked at the teen when he had caught up. 

 "Very." Just as Hunter had mumbled that he had involuntarily let out a yawn.