Zones

The young man had spent a great deal of time in the plains, but very little in the moor which led to him seeking to change that. It was usually veiled in layers of fog that swirled about and concealed whatever lie beyond, and today was no different. To some degree it was rather enchanting, if you liked going into places where you had difficulty seeing very far in front of you. Not that Amos minded too much, he just sort of resented that he couldn't gaze out at the area around him as easily here as in the plains. It was still nice though.

He spent the earliest hours of the morning wandering through the moor, walking in long, lazy zig-zags through the land starting at one end and hoping to eventually reach the other. After a while he was distracted by the rustling of a rabbit nearby, which he promptly chased down and only barely managed to catch. The little bugger was fast, but once he grabbed hold of it's leg there was no way the squealing animal was getting away, no matter how annoying that awful sound was. Once it was dead and he'd eaten his fill, the dark boy would set off again, hoping to find something cool to make all the exploring more exciting.