oh lawd he explorin
Since most of the territories that would have given him easy access to the southern land bridge were claimed by packs, the healer had decided to take a vacation for some of the winter season and venture south. He'd heard of the southern continent, and sometimes he could see the vague shape of it on the horizon when he went to the sea on a clear day. However, he'd never been. So, he'd donned his mask and left Bug at home to make sure anyone who dropped by knew he hadn't died. He'd make his way home fairly quickly once he had his fill of exploring, but for now there was a cold front moving in and the southern lands were quite a bit warmer. He could snag some herbs from the more temperate climates, and then bring them home to help him survive the rest of the season. The shining forms of fish flashed throughout the broad river that arced across the territory ahead, making his mouth water. He was used to catching smaller bodied fish, but he was sure the techniques carried across all kinds. Skidding awkwardly down the sloping bank, the mud hued wolf was delighted to find the waters were still pleasantly warm when they lapped at his paws. Without a care in the world, he flung himself into the water and began to paddle into the current. Once it got a hold of him, the river carried him away at a slow pace along its course. Eventually, the fish seemed to mistake him for a mossy log- like a crocodile. A sleek trout meandered into the strike zone, and it was all over. Dunking his head into the water, he snapped his jaws shut around its struggling body. Skull rattled by the thrashing that followed, the young wolf endeavoured to keep his jaws clenched while he paddled towards shore. The current kept pushing him forward, but he didn't mind too much. There was still plenty of river ahead to follow, but that would come after lunch. Clambering onto shore, a pleased hum arose from his chest as he plodded up the banks to settle down for a lunch with a view. This was a wonderful start to his adventure. |