you're in my veins.

It was a strange territory indeed, nothing at all like the flat plains of Seracia. He was unused to navigating such treacherous terrain, and he was not exactly inherently graceful. His journey became more and more arduous as he found himself trekking deeper into the strange forest, and he found himself regretting leaving home at all. Quintus had a moment of false pride when he successfully leapt over a fallen log, the height of which matched his own, but he lacked the dexterity to avoid a giant root. Instead his foot snagged on the gnarled limb and he was sent sprawling forward, chin colliding with the earth, caking his fur with dirt and grime. A growl would form deep within his chest as he pushed himself upright, thoroughly unimpressed with the area he had found himself walking into.

The scent of a female reached his nostrils as he instinctively swung his head around, hoping nobody had seen his fall. The stench was unfamiliar, but not at all unwanted. "someone watching me?" he asked loudly, his voice gruff and irritated, though it felt an air of childishness to it that he had yet to shake. he was around eight months old now, far from an adult, and his goofy posture signified that as his gaze darted about, searching for the woman whom lingered on the fringe of his vision.