Har har har! Mine is an evil laugh! Now die!

*Basileus* · (This post was last modified: 01-09-2016, 06:06 PM by Basileus.)

With a stretch and a yawn Basileus exited the shallow nook he'd spent the night in. Once outside he stretched again, this time a little more thoroughly. The nook was a touch too small for him so of course he'd slept wrong. It took a few moments to loosen the stiffness in his joints and to work out the knots in his neck. For all of about a minute he was at peace. And then he remembered and his mood soured. It had been nearly a week since he'd last scented Enrico. Time was running out.

After straightening he shook out his coat and then began to make his way down the steep hillside. He'd chosen that particular nook because of the superior vantage point it offered. From it he could see down the side of the mountain and into the surrounding hills and valleys. Since losing Enrico's trail Basil had been working in ever widening circles around the place he'd been last scented. It was as if the man had simply vanished. One minute he was following it without difficulty and the next there was simply nothing to follow. He'd scrutinized the man's tracks for signs of careful back tracking, searching the surroundings for suspicious offshoots...and there was simply nothing. Basileus was at a loss.

After reaching level ground he picked up where he'd left off. It had been quite some time since his last meal and he was beginning to feel the effects of it. At some point or another he was going to have to stop to hunt. Or maybe if he were lucky he could find or commandeer a kill and shave off some of this necessary down time.

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