Lion Head Mesa I know you can hear me

Open for anyone of Akashingo!

In a tedious, prudent lumber, a shadow moves; lurks through the unknown terrain. As far as it could be seen, the territory seemed barren — but then, there was room for misconception. 

Dark, thick tufts of wool dreaded the humidity. It served for any dark skinned creature alike that the heat would pay no kindness. This, in of itself, had already dimmed the beast's mood. Though, now it could not be decided whether the weather or exhaustion made to be so glum. 

The travelling did well to suffice for the aching muscles, however. Resting for too long did not bode well. But, travelling also meant conflict-.. in some areas. Various groups had been placed across the wilderness. This was known, and well remembered. Should one be found, there would be interesting interactions to come; just as had already ensued in past months.