Ya wanna know how I got these scars?

Slow, measured steps were taken as the man moved like a shadow through the terrain, body held low so he'd be more difficult to spot. Being found again felt like the worst thing ever right now. It wasn't even his usual flighty nature that lead to this particularly shy feeling today, no, it was worse. Ears fell flat as he recalled the scene; a lovely woman about his age, her sad, lonely face twisting from wistful to horrified as he approached. He just wanted some company, and even though she'd been polite in the end it just hurt to have that be everyone's impulse. If only they'd stop, or he'd stop being so sensitive...

Moving swiftly in an effort to distance himself from the memory, Lerato moved over the marshy ground as quickly as his body would allow, legs ripping his paws from the ground that would occasionally try to pull at them. If he had kept going he might have sailed past Sindre and not even noticed her, but alas, his escape from possible interactions was foiled when he heard a soft crack and felt something squish between the toes of one of his paws. Sliding to a stop he lifted his right front paw, yellow yolk dripping from it as he grimaced, "Ughh.." He still failed to notice he might be near someone else, too busy trying to shake the sticky remains of egg from his limb.