Lose my Mind

He had been going non stop, refusing to stop. He had to find Argus and bring her home. He had been carefully fallowing her trail from the pack lands and it was taking him east from home. The further he went the more panicked he had become. She was moving so far from home that he was concerned someone had taken her, the panic of what another could do to her was beginning to set in. Several times the male forced himself to pause recollecting his thoughts and to refocus all his attention on his task at hand. If he let himself panic he would lose his focus and lose his chances of finding her. Her scent was much stronger then it had been back home, telling him he was going in the right direction. Most of the way had been traveled fairly easy.

When he hit the edge of this particular territory he stopped dead. It was thick and thorny and looked like a hell of a mess to get through, but her scent was strong, much stronger then moments ago. He had to be getting closer to her. Biting his lip the male's bi-colored eyes looked around for a way in. He wasn't really looking forward to crawling into the thorny bushes, but he had to. She had to be close and if she was he wanted to find her and get her out of this mess. Wincing slightly he crouched down and began to crawl, his body so low to the ground he felt like there was no space between him and the ground.

He grunted each time he got poked, not the most quiet belly crawl, but who would be completely silent getting poked by thorns His nose was still going as he made his way through the briers.