Bearclaw Valley clearing the spiderwebs

With each passing hour he was able to freely see the sun shining bright overhead, a certain eagerness brushing through the grass in front of them that made a giddy smile appear. A deep and sickening expression written on his face to expose just how delighted he was by the sun's rays. While his journey at sunrise had been eye-opening, his journey west had led him to a cliff-infested area that he wasn't so sure he wanted to walk up. So instead, he chose to take a left and venture around its base. The dark cliffs posed a dark threat to him as he was quite partial to open grassland and maybe even water - mountains? Not so much. 

Luckily for him, Roscoe was so invested in his surroundings that he hardly realized the time that had passed and found the end of the cliff's embrace. There seemed to be a wide opening with the cliffs restarting just north but as always his curiosity got the better side of him. Without question he began a steady bound inwards to see what this little valley had in store for him. Mapping out the area with his eyes hungrily, eating up each individual color and shape. From the cliffs, to the trees, to the bushes and the grass - even the dirt! - for there was nothing better than seeing everything first-hand. New was always better!