reppin' for that low life

Everything was so quiet lately, even his supposed friend Starling had gone off and disappeared...the large male supposed he had a part to play in it too, keeping to himself did wonders in making friends, right? But as it was, he liked it that way. It meant not arguing with someone else like that scar faced girl. Though he hadn't exactly talked to her since...well, he couldn't remember anymore. He'd put it all behind him. He was an older adult, no point in holding a grudge against someone he had to live with, right?

Cream colored pelt wove among the stubborn foliage, the winter mild and not so bad as it had been the previous year. Ears would perk as he pressed on with his fruitless wandering, icy blue gaze rising to find the brown form of another who was probably the only other one in the pack who matched him in height. He seemed to be in a hurry. Was there a meeting that he didn't know about? Nonchalantly, Zell decided to wander closer, his face was expressionless as he watched Lark fall victim to the tangle of vines. "It's best to lift your legs higher when you walk around here." It might feel silly, hell, it did to him since he was so big. But it was better then constantly getting caught by the vines here.