Forgotton Paths

The seasons were changing and pretty rapidly at that. Cyan blue pools scanning the area around him. The sound of mud and soggy lands making weird sounds as the brute continued to make his way threw the swamp lands. He was by far lost. More lost than he's ever been, The only good thing is the brute was camouflaged with his surroundings. The feline like spots that adorned his entire bodice making it seem that the masculine was just a walking tree or something. The burnt orange outlined facial features turning as he tilted his cranium. Knowing all to well that he needed to get out of this damn area. His prints behind him were already disappearing. So he could not turn back around and follow the way that he came. He growled unpleasantly to himself.

The sound was rugged and gruff. Black printed ears swiftly turn back against his cranium, As pink tongue would lap at his nose before he lowered his skull to try and follow scents out of the swamp lands. Nothing seemed to be working in his favor. He was lost. Damn it all to hell, he growled once more. Vayne was almost always so quiet, and watchful. But lately his mind has been elsewhere. He known that his sisters band had to find new territory. And that was adding some stress to him. Maybe if the masculine was lucky enough he would or possibly could run into someone that would know where the hell they were located.

He kept his gaze locked on what was ahead of him, giving a gruff woof if anyone could hear him. He didn't know, but hoped that someone would. Only if he was that lucky, fur along his back laid straight up against his entire spinal region. Ears twisting and turning upon his cranium as to listen for anything or anyone. Maybe, just maybe he would be lucky enough to run into someone or something that could give him a sense of direction.

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