hear you making all that noise
05-25-2018, 07:36 AM
How long had he been traveling for, again? He couldn't remember; he knew that he had been traveling for a while, but an exact estimate escaped him. Really, all he knew was that he was tired. And hungry. And thirsty. Not to mention, it looked like he was going around in circles, or close to it. All the trees looked the same to him, so he wasn't sure that he was even going the right way. If there even was a right way to go; he didn't even know where he was. He tried to be cheerful, sure, and he was sure that he'd find where he was going soon enough. For now, though, the bad feelings were kind of dragging him down. Not that he'd openly complain, though. He didn't want to do that.
The sound of gurgling water made his ears perk up, and his bad mood was quickly forgotten as he raced towards the sound, stumbling over his own paws and a few sticks littering the ground along the way. Finally, he came to a stumbling halt near a small stream, bubbling and gurgling. Just the sight of it was enough to make his thirst all that more obvious. Taking the few final step, he leaned down, lapping up the cool, refreshing water. When he had his fill, he pulled away, taking a seat near the water. He'd take a short break here and then continue on his way. |