Dawnlark Plains Switchback

success!

A quiet huff of frustration. He knew needed to clear his mind. Refocus. Really, refocus.

But all he can hear is his hearbeat,

thrumming within his chest.

It was soothing in a way. 

He waited a moment until the rush subsided and he was left with nothing but empty thoughts.

With a brief shake of his pelt, he paces around the area once more. His judgement felt sharper.

There, he spies the dung pile. Upon investigation he finds a few faint footprints. And with newfound vigor he lopes steadily in the direction they point.