Forgotton Paths

The heat drove everyone even the earth mad it appeared. And now! Here Vayne was. Lost and confused. Sure he marked some tree's but he was too far away from them that he didn't have no idea where the hell he was located. Twin peaks shift against his skull as he wondered where the fuck he was. Releasing a deepened growl. He turned to see that of another. Possibly close to his own age. The masculine would honestly rather deal with family than some stranger. There was enough strangers within the family band already. A shift of the wind blew over his own frame, combing skeleton fingers threw the thick fur that coated his body.

"Vayne." Was all that slipped from the brute, sure the woman had a voice that could capture anyone's attention, but he wasn't about to let her tones possibly fool him. "Lost." His voice echo's out simple words, but the families native language thick with it's accent upon his own tongue. His paws muddied as he found his way to a rock and semi dry terra firma. But no matter where he turned it seemed to make him more damp.

The woods were humid but the dampness only allowing more humdity to rise. He shook out, trying to get the filth from his coat, but failed. There was no sense. "Do you know were I am located." He stated a little gruff.

Word Count: 619 + 236 = 855 of 1500.