Cedar Sweep Keep moving, she said.

[Set Out of Pack Lands] @Hemlock  but all others welcome, too!-


So that was what he did. He kept moving. His sister hadn't been wrong when she had told him the wilds were full of danger, having already encountered two bands of rogue wolves, and even a rabbid coyote. The wolves he outran, his built airways more than on par with endurance dealing in both sprints and long distance, but the coyote was an entirely new experience.

Anubis was otherwise in a good mood. A few bouts of fishing fed him well, the unnamed aquatic organisms who were unlucky enough to be trapped by dark jaws giving him enegy that lasted him this long. Champagne crisped jewels scanned the lands he had wandered into, slim muzzle downcast as he sniffed for any tell tale signs of prey he could feed upon, next.