Scouting

It was high time he left the shelter of the woods to explore the other territory his mother had claimed for Hellborn. He preferred his solitude, but knew he couldn't keep to himself forever. Especially not for the profession he wanted to eventually take on. There was still a ways to go yet, he knew, but in the meantime, perhaps a better, more suitable place where he might be able to store his collection of herbs. The yearling made his way through the canyon on silent paws, golden gaze noting each nook and cranny that lay within the sides of the walls and the many cavern mouths that littered the rest of it. He followed along the riverside for a minute or two, wondering if there might be any herbs that grew beside it during the Spring and Summer months. The water level seemed high, though he wasn't sure. This season seemed unbearably wet and he had noticed flooding for the most part since coming to Auster, so he wasn't sure if this was usually the norm, or if it was just an unusually wet season.

Deciding it was safer to go higher and away from the swollen river, he carefully climbed the steep slope, focused more on where he was placing his feet rather than where he was going. Or who he was going into. Before he realized it, he practically walked right into someone else, causing him to back peddle. "Sorry, I should've been watching where I was going!" His ears fell back in embarrassment, wishing for once that the earth would just open up and swallow him.