Hard Habits to Break
09-12-2014, 03:57 PM
There was something about this land. It was strange, and it almost seemed to call to the dusky male but... He sighed. No, it must just be his imagination. He couldn't help but feel as if he was on the verge of something important. Even so, he'd been lingering amongst the boulder field for nearly two weeks and all he'd found were some empty dens. Rain and time had long since washed them free of scent, but several seemed well used before whatever had caused the abandonment. Perhaps he should have taken it as a clue to move on, but... well. He had never been good with that sort of thing. Memory of that blasted snake brushing up against him still gave the ashen male shivers. Still, despite his quick wit he was a slow learner. Albion would sigh, allowing his paws to slow from a walk to a halt at the base of a particularly large boulder somewhere near what he could only assume was the epicenter of the region. The moss that covered so many of the others had been disturbed, and as he circled it he found that a den had been dug beneath. After nosing around for a moment, he was disappointed that this too lacked any scent strong enough to follow. Albion grumbled and upon exiting hauled his lithe frame up onto the boulder itself. The air was thick and muggy, heavy with warmth, yet it was still. Uncomfortably so. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd missed something important, or that something important was about to happen. |
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