Cedar Sweep i'm in a clique, but i want out

He grew tired of the woods, tree after tree around him that painted a long shadow over him. What little bit of the sun could break through would be gone soon. Then he would have to find somewhere to stay for the coldest parts of the night.

For now he still felt free to explore and roam as far as he could. A stain against the world as he moved and left some sort of makeshift trail in the snow behind him. A direct lead for anyone who might have tailed him.

If anyone had taken an interest in his trail, he remained unaware. Blissfully so as he paused to paw at the snow collected around a deep set of roots.