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Eljay wasn't the only one who needed a change of pace. The mountains were a formidable obstacle that Titmouse had been avoiding - racing along the paths within the Vale but otherwise keeping clear of the ridges and inclinations. Today, being bored out of his skull and frustrated by.. Well.. literally everything, the boy took a detour that occupied his mind and body for a few hours. By the time he stopped hiking along, he was far from the communal area of the pack's claim; he could look down from his new vantage point at the expanse of green below. Had he been in a better mood, he might've found it beautiful.

He wondered if anyone would notice his absence? But it wasn't like he was doing anything productive here; Titmouse had been working on becoming an esteemed warrior, but there was nothing for him to do! Nobody to chase, nothing to really defend, and the mountain range kept the group well protected from outsiders.

The boy was just considering his next move when he heard something - a shifting sound, as if someone was behind him. Was it a bear? His mind flashed the thought; but rather than run from it, Titmouse turned and vaulted towards the sound, propelled by his frustration and the sudden influx of adrenaline. Whatever he heard - whether it was prey or predator - he was aiming straight for it among the shadows.