If My Nose Was Running Money, Honey I'd Blow It All On You [G]

Many months of travel had finally taken a toll on the earthly colored foreigner, salmon tongue hanging down as far as possible, saliva dripping down in anxiousness to taste something delicious. Audits pushed forward, the sound of twittering birds growing louder and louder. Nostrils flared, attempting to catch the scent of some sort of food source. There was simply nothing useful or easy to catch. The squirrels from early on teased him, and there seemed to be some sort of magnet on him that was drawing all other prey away. A grumble bellowed from the throat, young clean canines flashing in irritation. The Russian was just about to release a loud bark until the scent of something caught his nose.

Without hesitation, long muscled legs drew him closer towards a basin of some sort - many grasses flourishing, and their nutrition seemed to have attracted some food. There they were, a herd of deer being as stupid as all deer were. It would be difficult taking one down on his own, but Varon was desperate to get food into his belly. The thought of another fellow canine being nearby never crossed his mind, and the scent of another in the same vicinity had yet to to be picked up by him. Chocolate brown and sandy tones slithered through the grass, paws moving as quietly as he could. Rich royal purple eyes set their sights, and he did his best to get closer.