Parting from Poem and Scorpion, Chord had continued in his travels. At some point he figured he'd end up in that pack his grandparents had gone to, re-unite and meet other Destructions but for now he was content to explore. He'd met some new family, perhaps not the members he'd been seeking though it'd been interesting to discover the family was far larger than he had ever been aware of.
Now the russet and white male had found himself departing the dangers of the cliff-edge and as evening drew close he was reaching the flatter lands of the rustling thickets. The view certainly left much to be desired, the grass grew to rather insane amounts he felt, currently blocking his path of vision as he attempted to navigate through the thickets, a task that fortunately didn't matter all too much given the fact that he had no particular destination in mind.
