New Beginnings [Sirius]

Dove stepped forward, paws sinking into supple, fresh soil. The mangroves surrounding were old enough that they were meters high, crafting a canopy that filtered the sunlight as it laid into the land with unforgiving heat. The climate was almost tropical, and had he not encountered it before, the heat would have been stifling as his fur absorbed not only the heat but the humidity as well. He padded forward, a silent silhouette among the shadows as he studied the new surroundings that would likely become his home. It'd been a long journey, though, and he still didn't feel as though far was far enough. There was some niggling feeling that had wormed its way into his heart, and he felt the urge, the drive to continue until he'd reached the end. The end of what, he couldn't say; perhaps, the edge of the world would suffice.

He shook himself, his fur stirred by a light wind that swept through the mangroves, and they shook as though it were a cold one rather than the lush warmth that caused him to pant lightly. New land, new rules, he thought to himself. Be that as it may, new land also meant new threats. And as he'd been here for approximately -- he glanced at what was visible of the sky through the canopy -- a few hours, at best, he should likely pay better attention to his surroundings rather than such introspection.

He studied the forest around him. Even with his gargantuan height, the mangroves still towered above him, their roots massive in their growth. There were areas, small as they were, beneath them that could shelter smaller animals than himself. There was simple foliage and herbs among them, if he were seeing correctly. He glanced behind him, to the flatlands he'd entered the massive forest from. He'd spotted a few veritable areas where he might successfully dry herbs, as his mother's healer had taught him, but he'd have to test to be sure the land and climate were truly dry enough for it.

He shifted paws as hunger made itself known with a low but audible rumble in his belly, and it occurred to him that he'd forgone hunting, or doing so rarely, in his drive to put good distance between himself and his birthplace pushed him further and further from his mother's deathbed. Lavender eyes scanned the clearing for a source that might satisfy the current need.

Time/Place: Midday; Lover's Mangrove, near the edge of the forest closest to the water.
Notes: Observing the newly found area, introspection, deciding he's hungry and ready for a hunt.