native stars

note to self: being set before the first cathaoir thread.

When he fled, he did not care for the direction he went. Quickly, he ended up in the South, and in a spur of the moment, he decided to cross from the upper continent to the lower. He didn't want to see anyone - not his family, not any wolf he knew... he even was avoid Cathaoir, and for that, he didn't understand why. He just wanted... he just wanted to be away, away from it all, alone in his thoughts and his worthlessness.

Truly, it had been a good idea. These lands, they captured his attention and stole his breath away; the beauty was unnerving, but oh-so satisfying. The herbs were so plentiful, and though it was hot and rather dry, it was easy living on these lands. He felt a pleasure he hadn't felt in so long, even as he slowly crossed these plains, gaze drifting across the sky.

It was so marvelous! The sky was a clear black, and the moon was high in the sky and shining above. It lit up the ground in a silvery wash, though there were still some shadows as it was not quite a full moon. Staring up at the sky, however, did wonders on a lack of attention on where he was going... so when he nearly bumped into the other wolf, absolutely oblivious to her presence, it startled him. He scrambled back. "Ah!" he cried out. "I-I'm s-s-sorry!" he stuttered as he stepped back a couple more feet, his ears flat on his head. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. This wasn't good.

"Speech"