Ain't my fault it's all I got

Once more sleep didn't want to be easy tonight. For one he couldn't get comfortable and for two he was mentally wide awake. Being mentally wide awake made sleep impossible for him. It also made him fairly grumpy as well. For a while he had laid in his den, trying to overcome his overactive brain, but he ended with vary little progress. Growling the older male got to his feet and stumbled out of his den into the night. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he could continue to frustrate himself with trying to sleep. Driving himself forward he began to quickly move away from the den and quickly leaving his territory in the Weeping Woods. With no particular idea where to go he just wandered, leaving his thoughts to sort themselves out as he roamed the summer night.

He entered the plains smoothly and for a little bit he came across nothing. It was more towards the middle of the territory did something draw his attention from his thoughts. Another was out during this time and just standing to gaze across the territory. He stood looking in her direction, his remaining good eye taking in what he could from this distance. He stood for a while in his spot looking in the direction of the women not knowing how to proceed from here. He didn't really want to talk, nor be near anyone for that matter, but something drew him in. Maybe it was the good Vern trying to fight it's way to the surface, trying to overcome the darkness and bitterness that had been growing. His sloppy gait moved forward towards the women getting him closer and closer as he went.

More of her form became more clear and to his surprise she was just as scarred up as himself.. She was also smaller then her, but only by a few inches. Her body was odd shaped, but it didn't bother him at all.

"Are you lost little warrior?" his deep vocals were smooth and surprisingly lacked any bitterness.


"Talk." & 'Think'