There was not a particular reason why the man was roaming the forest, but he had allowed his legs to move him as he faced an internal battle, and somehow, he had ended up here. He would continue along a rugged dirt path, his gaze lain across the horizon as his mind raced at a thousand miles an hour. There were so many things he had to think about, like what he was going to do about Chrysanthe, and what he was going to do about Twig. It was not possible for him to have them both, so what was he to do? Twig was pregnant and in need, Chrysanthe needed him for mental support and was finally avaliable... and now that he had left Seracia, there was no turning back. He would sigh heavily, his lids clenching shut as he stopped momentarily. "What am I going to do..." He would think to himself, his eyes opening as he glanced toward his caramel hued paws.
Suddenly the pounding of footsteps would draw his gaze upward, his audits falling forward as he squared his stance. There was a stranger here, and from the sound of it he was heading straight toward Themisto at a steady pace. He would cock his head slightly and stare off into the direction he assumed the stranger was coming from. A figure would finally step into his vision, and he would squint his eyes as he peered down the isles of drooping willows. It seemed to be an adult male, and Themisto could only hope this rogue was friendly. He didn't feel like fighting for his life today. Lips would crease as he barked a friendly greeting, making his presence known in a welcoming manner. He would remain where he was, muscles tensing as he anxiously waited for a reaction before determining if this was a friend or foe.
"Speech"
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