King Elk Forest Exploration of the new world

Come one, come all! Rye doesn't bite!

His mind was wondering just as much as his feet was and his paws were wondering quite a bit. Rye was exploring the surroundings of his new home and had been for a while, of course, he kept tabs on where the plataeu sat. Not keen on the idea of getting lost, it would not look good if Rye was to be lost for a few days only to suddenly turn up. Fortunately, it wasn't hard to miss, it was a plateau, not any others around so Rye didn't stress himself over getting lost. So he kept going, at a leasurly walk, his thoughts being pulled and dragged to different subjects by the second but one politely asked for Ryes attention. Thoughts of his old home gently surfaced from under the pile of other thoughts, Redhawk, Towhee, pack acceptance, pulling his weight, what the future holds and what dangers are headed for him. It was rather calming in the midst of the storm within his mind but there wasn't much time to dwell, he was already at the forest. A forest to which he did not know the name of but that most certainly would not stop him from exploring.

The forest was thick with trees but bare in lush green, save for the sporatic evergreen lightly coated in snow. Rye's paws padded swiftly through the forest, his head lifting, lowering, moving side to side as different things caught his attention. As bare-bones as it was, Rye still found beauty in the forest, the white ground starkly contrasting the greens and browns of the trees made for a beautiful sight. It had been a while since he got a chance to simply walk around, take in his surroundings and enjoy the realitive peace and quiet of the land. Listen to the birds chirp, the howling, whispering and even whistling of the wind. Rye's body relaxed, his ears lazily rested, his tail swayed side to side as he walked and his body slightly slouched as he went. Yes, Rye was at total peace and he hoped it would stay that way but it was the forest after all. So nothing was set in stone.