murmur

Benedict sought shelter from the sun's high rays, his thick fur dripping in sweat as he entered the cave without a second thought. panting quietly, he'd revel in the colder area and recline upon the earth. here he'd try to rest until the night came. that made traveling without a direction more bearable. he wondered if this land had obnoxiously hot summers all the time. it caused him to think on how long he'd remain here. the north was more agreeable to his fur, though. it was also his own fault for traveling south again. south, east, south again... he wondered if there was a place for him here.

or if it was merely drawn to it from the start? whatever the case, the young man rolled onto his side and listened to the droplets dropping from the stalagmites. it was peaceful, enough to lull him into a semi-awake slumber. Benedict was aware of his surroundings, but his mind was heavy. he had no effort or physical excursion to lift himself from the ground. there, he simply lay. his face to the cave's entrance until his eyes began to drift too. surely closing them for a bit would be... ideal? stifling a heavy yawn, the man would soon snooze idly.