At the crack of dawn he gets up and starts his morning tasks: rechecking his equipment, checking the spring in his bow and chewing on a piece of dried meat. He thinks about where he could sell more of his meat.
Then he remembers what the fortune teller said and he ponders if he will encounter any bad omen in the forest.
He pulls out the charm and holds on to it like if its some kind of weapon against evil. Feeling a little safer he continues towards the forest.
Standing by a tree he leans up against it and breathes a sigh. He looks around wondering if he is missing anything not in his immediate sight. He stoops and continues to look for any clues about how safe the forest is for him today.
Not finding anything doesn't mean something isn't there. He is still full of mistrust after the fortune teller's reading. He stays kneeling on one leg and looks around cautiously taking his time to observe every part of the forest.
Still not seeing anything unusual he believes today he is safe. He rises again and then finds a spot to hunt. Hiding in the bushes he waits silently for his next beast but at the same time still looks out for himself so he isn't the prey.
Its not so bad he thinks to himself. Maybe the fortune teller was wrong, either that or it was not his day to die. Either way he was enjoying the ambiance of the forest.
Notching an arrow he sits peacefully and waits, it was his intention to bring back some good meat to Gwynedd.