Phoenix Maplewood No one's ever left me quite this sore

Slowly, Arion was getting used to living underneath suffocating canopies and bumping into trees while he hunted. By slowly getting used, he meant that he no longer felt the urge to rush out the nearest exit and rage at the world for this terrible decision of living in a goddamn forest and that he was now slightly more accustomed to waking up to towering trees that blocked both his path and the open sky above. It didn't mean he was no longer angry; because he still was. It just meant that the Greek was now a bit more tolerant of this new terrain.

Forests had never been something he liked. Sure, Arion hunted regularly in the forest of the former Redtail Rise and quite enjoyed it to be honest. But that was only because the rest of the territory wasn't completely covered in those road bocking pillars of wood. He was a creature of speed after all, and how was he to succumb to the most mundane of his desires which was to run until his limbs felt like collapsing and he was out of breath without the fear of crashing into one of those trees and dying? Or worst, to lose his memories?!

Arion scowled and continued prowling through the woods silently, reminiscent of a feline. Unbeknownst to him, Saena who was currently in front of him, had also decided to follow the river while she explored. He caught her scent in the wind, and knew she was ahead of him, but he made no movements to let it be known. Arion wasn't sure whether or not he wanted Saena to know he was there too.