Varushka's arrival left him trapped in an abyss of uncertainty. Swirling endlessly with no chance of escaping. Body slammed relentlessly against the edge to be stabbed by sharp rocks. He felt lost in his own mind. Trapped in confusion. Asla had left them alone. Leaving him no option but to speak... or lack there of on his end. What was he to say when she'd left so abruptly? Why did it bother him so?
Carried across borders for the first time in awhile since his arrival. Nose scented at the ground to clear his ever wandering mind. So many filling his senses but only one left him picking up pace. In the distance stood another. Their gaze locked on something just ahead. A giraffe. The first in his lifetime of having seen one. Long neck. Brown patterns littering its body. Khran said nothing as he made his presence known. Nodding to the male in greeting.
