Beyond the borders

Many days have passed since his arrival, and with those many days, much of that time had been spent exploring the new lands that he had come across. There were already a few encounters with the local residents, but he had yet to meet anyone he truly liked. Introverted and feeling truly free by himself, the Russian continued the task of simply surviving. The sun was beating against his earthly-toned back, salmon colored tongue hanging down the left side of his maw. Heat was not something he could tolerate well - he had been born in a burrow of snow. Audits perked up at the sound of some creatures nearby. They were small, but it was clear that they were jumping around in some nearby water. Without hesitation, and without realizing it, the man was quick to step over an invisible border that had clearly been overlooked. The desire to become hydrated was far too strong. Kneeling down at the lake, the foreigner quickly and thirstily lapped up the water, royal purple orbs focusing on the shadows that moved beneath the surface. Fishing wasn't a skill, and he wasn't feeling up to trying today.