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Forest green eyes consumed with wilderness with evident wonder. Plague had never been so far north and it felt rather exciting. Upon turning one he felt as though it was time to branch out from the norm and perhaps experience what the rest of Boreas may have to offer. The inner workings of Ashen, training, and family were all enough to keep him pretty busy. But, as he was moving out of his mother's den for good and taking on the world as an adult it would only be good for him to venture a bit. Thus, the tall yearling traveled northeast with an open mind and a good amount of caution.

Pads hit the earth lightly with trained elegance. Plague spent many days training endurance and traversing different terrains. Despite his size he was relatively quiet while weaving through the massive trees. Inky lips parted to allow the various scents to land upon his tongue. Sounds of scurrying small prey and a breeze tormenting the canopy above filled his ears. Perhaps the influx of new sights and sounds would have been overwhelming but the male tried to focus on just exploring what he could.

Upon noticing a low hanging branch Plague hesitated to take another step. Instead he pivoted to face the horizontal branch. Suddenly his tall form leapt upward towards the branch. Dull claws raked against the bark as he managed to maintain balance. His breathing was heavy but after a few moments Plague seemed to calm a bit. Now that he was elevated and still those forest green eyes scanned the area from an arial view.