Anthem Destruction traveled further away from home than ever before. Far to the east, without seeking permission from any of his siblings -- if Symphony was allowed to go so far from home, it only seemed fitting that he could, too. Perhaps not the wisest of decisions, but Anthem had never been a man capable of insight. And so he would be governed permanently by his body, by his restless paws that carried him away from familiar territory and up, up, up, into the mountains.
His tail would swish lazily behind him as he went, careful to not slip on the incline as he wandered. He would not climb high; though he was not bright, he was cautious, and unwilling to do something that might ignite fear into his heart. Instead, he would prefer to remain at lower altitudes, moving carefully and sniffing hesitantly at the air. The scent of a stranger filled his nostrils, and he grew interested at the prospect of meeting a friendly face.
But the sight was not something he expected. A woman lay on the ground, seemingly conscious but not well. A whimper left his lips as he rushed forward, ears perking as he grew anxious at the sight of the possibly injured stranger. He didn't know what to do, or how to help -- but he knew something was wrong. And yet her scent was strange, somehow familiar to him, so enticing and exciting that he was not sure what he must feel. The simple-minded man was capable of feeling sympathy, oddly protective of those who needed help, and so it was with fervor that he rushed forward and began to nudge the woman, noting how pretty she was. Nothing seemed broken, and there was no blood -- but her scent was so different to him that he found himself drawn to her, and began to lap tenderly at her face, as though his simple actions might help her.
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