Wishful Thoughts

An airy sigh left from the healthy lungs of Nemausus, escaping into the air with a small hint of sound. Large paws pressed with ease against the rather flat land, catching grip while he avoided the few, stray streams that flowed. Nemausus was growing fond of the land, his light and dark grey pelt brushing across the tall plantation. Signs of winter were slowly leaving the land- a sad sight, though it would fill with life, more so than it already had, and grow to thrive in the upcoming heat from the sun.

Nemausus himself, did not know completely where he was. This was all new to him, and although he was enjoying the scenery- he did want to know just what exactly it had to offer. Herbs. That was something he could assume easily- if not by the scents of the plantation around, then by the sights. Yet he was not in the mood nor interest to scavenge and scout for herbs, as he had no true reason for the moment. He was more interested in finding out what lived upon the lands- perhaps there was a few other souls lurking around? The mere idea brought his mind back to his sister- was there a chance she was following in the same path, or perhaps wondering upon a similar land? He was unable to find any sign of her- and the idea gave his heart a harmful tug. He missed her dearly, almost as much as he missed his mo-No. He halted his thoughts instantly, letting his muscles stay at ease. The mere thought of his mother only brought his sadness and despair. If he was to continue on through life successfully, he had to do it with a positive mind.

Lowering to his haunches, Nemausus let his head incline only a fraction, before scanning throughout the area. A low bark left from his lungs, the sound only traveling far enough for those near him to hear. He needed more information on the land, and to get that- he needed to speak with others.