Swirling Around

"Speech"

It was rare that he ever ventured beyond the borders, though on this particular day he had felt the urge to do so. The need to briefly escape reality was too great for his mind to handle, so he set out at a reasonable time of the day by crossing the river that separated the plains from the rogue territories. His most recent dream about his father burned deeply in his thoughts, like as if the memory was carved into stone. Although his parents wouldn't be returning any time soon, there was always hope to find his brothers who he prayed were still alive. It was the matter of looking for them that stumped him. It would be silly for him to travel across the whole continent in search for them, though he would venture out to a different region when he had a spare moment just to scout the area. Would he ever find them? Realistically, it was highly unlikely, however, both of them had resided in the pack long enough for them to have developed a sense of understanding of where it was. Perhaps they would find their own way back, if anything in their minds ever convinced them of doing so.

A gaping entrance to a tunnel, and potentially a connection of caves caught his eye, pausing his trek to inspect the sight. The darkest places he had ever explored were his own den and the night itself, though he was always out in the open and preferred it that way. The smaller girl that stood close by with perhaps similar intentions of examining the attraction also piqued his interest, as he had never encountered outsiders other than participants in pack-orientated events. "Do you know where this tunnel leads?" he inquired curiously to the female, tilting his head and continuing to observe.