Heron Lake Plateau take me with you, for luck, for laughs, for the unknown...

Artok traveled with ungainly step, as always his limp causing him to misstep often. Today it was worse than usual, he was beginning to show his age. It both angered him and filled him with quiet acceptance. He was not one to fear death. However, on this day, he cursed one side and up the other under his breath, as he had limped and stepped wrong.

His good paw now had a gash in it. Nothing, major, but it was going to cause him some issue later, and he was irritated by it. So exceptionally irritated by it. He paused his walking to settle to his paw, and lick at the crimson that fell from his paw. Painting his white fur an deep red.