Rolling Stone
09-22-2016, 11:49 AM
Things had been rather quiet for the male since the meeting. He'd managed to find a crevice in the side of the mountain that led to a slightly larger cave when you squeezed through the opening. It was a tight fit, barely taller than himself and barely wider, but he liked the thought of it. It was almost not noticeable depending on what angle you looked at it and he liked it already. He'd already begun to take pelts from his kills to lay them around to make it more comfortable. It wasn't completely perfect yet, but it was getting there. It certainly wouldn't be like his den when he'd lived with his tribe, but it would do. Exiting his den through the crack in the mountain side, he padded through the territory. He quite enjoyed the fresh mountain air and this morning was no exception. The air was slightly cooler up here so it was less miserable and a soft breeze tugged at stray hairs on his ruddy pelt. He enjoyed it for a few moments before picking his way up the mountain side. He was slow with his journey, going nowhere in particular, as he easily traversed across the rocks. The slope wasn't a hard one, he was used to worse, and he didn't stop until he'd reached a ledge where he could rest. It gave him an easy view of the mountain side so he flopped down on it and let his paws hang over the edge. He'd debated on mingling with the other members, but he wasn't going to actively seek them out yet. He was sure everyone was still settling in, so he chose to sit for the moment and enjoy himself. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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