Blackfeather Woods Wrong turn

Set close to the borders~ @Nemesis

 
Ragdoll was lost. Not normal lost, either, but lost-lost. Somehow he’d managed to pass right by the destination he’d picked out, and didn’t even notice until it was too late. Usually, he’d consider himself decent at navigating, but it started to become apparent to him that that just wasn’t the case. In his home land, he was good at finding his way, but that was only because he’d traveled over the land so many times that the trails were engraved in his brain. The second he was taken out of that area, however, he’d ended up finding himself in Teekon—which was a long, long way from home. His sense of direction was mediocre, at best, and that really showed as he wandered the Wilds. He’d passed right on by a mountain, for christ’s sake! Like, how does someone manage to do that? Someone probably couldn’t accomplish that even if they tried. On one hand, that meant he was skilled in some way, but too bad that skill was probably the worst possible ability anyone could ever acquire.
 
Even after he’d realized he was way off course, the hybrid didn’t turn around. Figuring it was safer to just keep walking forward, he did just that. A bad call, on his part. He’d crossed the creek and still kept going, though the strong scent of a pack’s border had him slowing. Alert, his ears pushed forward and his tail hung like a sickle over his back. Though tempted to go around, he decided to approach, instead. Now, Ragdoll knew the dangers of entering a pack’s land better than anyone, having always needed to be extra careful thanks to his appearance. That was why he didn’t plan to cross into the territory, but he did want to see if he could find anyone hanging around the border. Perhaps they could point him in the right direction. So, with every inch of him on high alert, he approached the heavily marked borders and began nosing around, trying to pick out an individual’s scent from the mass of ones that coated the ground.