Totoka River paranoia, paranoia, everybody's coming to get me

Rokig had not been fruitful in his tracking today. It was part of the reason why he had slipped away to the mainland, although he did not go far. Just to the river that fed into the lands. He was rusty at hunting things on land so the sight of something hobbling along beckoned him forward.

His stocky form crouched close to the earth as he began to silently trail after it with the hopes that he might go back to Undersea with something to prove for his time gone today.