Deepwood Weald if we shine

though 'lost' is not necessarily a concept asmoses yet grasps, he has nevertheless managed to wander past the borders of his home. having never been so far before got hopelessly turned around. he thinks he makes the journey back to the safety of neverwinter, trekking thru muck and grasses taller than him, needles of evergreens sticking to the supple muck that has splashed upon his coat as he, at first unaware of his dangerous predicament, parades thru it with unhindered, childish joy. it is only as the day wanes and he searches around at unfamiliar surroundings that a stone of dread begins to weigh in his chest. a ragged breath, trembling with the cold wash of fear leaves his lips as he searches the darkening sky; painted a myriad of colors.

his heart thumps rapidly in his chest as he gasps for breath, circling in place. a shadowy figure up ahead catches his attention and for a moment, asmoses slinks down into the grasses like a fawn awaiting it's mother's return; hoping the stranger can't hear the rumble of his belly in hunger. he blinks owlishly thru the tendrils of swaying grasses for a moment before he springs up and with a bravado that is very much faked bellows, hey! to alert the stranger of his presence.