Neverwinter Forest Clean & Jerk

@Tonravik

He'd stumbled across pack borders earlier and was doubling back. Those edges were well defined, sharp, and well loved by whoever made those lands their home. He had no interest in making a nusance of himself nor did he wish to tempt fate by being a stubborn ass and ignoring something so obvious as a claim. No. He'd turn back. He'd dodge the territories of these parts until he was ready to give up his freedom and fall into order.  

He ended up back in the forest, retracing his steps as he turned away. One foot over the other, he made easy ground as he turned his trail northeast, back towards the mountains he'd discovered made for far better resting places than flat terrain. The sun had reached its peak not long ago. He had several more hours to venture before he had to think seriously about any kind of shelter. If he could put enough distance between himself and that pack, perhaps he'd have enough time to grab an evening snack and sleep on a contented belly.

Until then, he moved as a russet shadow between the trees. His paws picked their places carefully as they ushered him onward and outward.