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Note he's not too close to the borders yet but is slowly heading that way 'cause he's a dumb c:

Further and further, the white-furred youth explored the forested surroundings that greeted the sea that he had left behind. He was too far away from the shoreside now to see it, so far inland that the thick scent of pine and stone invaded his senses. A slight headache had formed and he swore he could feel steam rise from his coat as the midday sun beat down from above. The day was cloudy, yet the clouds lined the horizon, almost seeming fearful of the glowing orb in the sky.

Exploring wasn't at all what Atreyu had thought it would be. More often than not, he found himself yearning to be back home, even though he wouldn't admit to it. These new lands were confusing and strange - he was still shaken from that odd occurrence from a few days before where the sun had been blocked out and plunged the world into darkness for a few minutes. Though, the wolves he had met so far were friendly enough, he supposed. Travelling just seemed to take forever to get anywhere exciting.

Relishing as a small breeze ruffled his scruffy coat, the boy raised his head and stared along the rocky path he was following. It cut through the rugged landscape, scraggly bushes on either side and seeming to go on forever. The forest below taunted him, promising shade and possibly bubbling streams however, there was no safe passage down the rocky slope that led to it - and Atreyu was not accustomed to mountains. Surely if he attempted the slope he would slip, fall and break something. Sighing, the boy continued to walk along the path, unknowingly heading towards pack territory.