He slipped into the woods from the north, taken a few days to meander his way down to the southern corner of it. It seemed like it would never end but he knew it would. All things did. Like the night he cherished so much and the life he called his own. But neither seemed very grand in this moment. As the sun disappeared for the hours of nightlife, he was greeted with a light drizzle. It didn't break through the thick canopy above but he could hear the persistent patter of it.
Just like the rain he would persist through his trek of the woods. For he was lonely and hungry, but most importantly, bored.
note: behemoth is primarily nocturnal
as such, his threads will take place at sunset or night
as such, his threads will take place at sunset or night
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