Silver Creek All My Tears Have Been Used Up.

Under normal circumstances, Mohan would've been delighted at the cast of colors that surrounded him in all directions. In another life, perhaps, he would've marveled at the reflection coming from the surface of the creek he was padding parallel with. Perhaps he would've stopped to ponder over his future decisions instead of idly wandering like a rouge without a care about who or what was around him. However, this wasn't an alternative life, and nor did he believe in past lives anyhow. No, this was now and he couldn't go back to erase his past or shift his emotions enough to care. 

The black brute slinked along the edges of the water, mindful of slippery leaves or spongy moss clinging to rocks. Despite no rainfall recently, the creek's splashing could create a chain of events that might lead to a sprained paw or tweaked shoulder. None of which he wished to happen.

 Disheveled fur formed clumps across his hide, which would make sense as he hadn't properly groomed himself in quite a while. Olive green eyes glinted against shafts of sunlight pouring down from between branches. Without so much as a twitch of emotion, nothing about his current posture screamed for attention.

Where his paws were heading was anyone's guess.