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@Njal - I'm going to say... just a ways from the borders.

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The length of his strides had carried him far from where he had allowed himself to den down for the night. The smoke-colored beast had not slept a wink, however. His mind was plagued by vicious thoughts that ravaged at the few insecurities he had. Kierkegaard was wandering on nothing more than the remnants of fish and a slowly healing hock. At the very least, the ashen creature had managed to gather some of his former strength and could hunt for himself. The leg still hurt him, though, and would leave a scar in its wake. The Sairensu male would be grateful when the healing process had ended. In the meantime, he took to exploration and allowed his mind to wander to the prospect of leaving behind pieces of his life.
Kierkegaard was not entirely familiar with the stretching landscape that was the Teekon wilderness. He knew the massive landmarks in the stretches of mountains and would recognize the stretching sea, if he were to ever reach it. As instinctual as he was, the hulking creature rarely worried about where he was in the world. He was almost lackadaisical. His mind was a careless web of destruction for not only himself, but those around him.
A lazy creek sounded to the male’s left. His lengthy ears twitched for a moment before swiveling on his skull to meet the quiet noise of the water. It was a quiet area, lacking of most scents, but the remnants remained nonetheless. The absence of others came to Kierkegaard as a relief, and the ghostly male breathed a heavy sigh through his nostrils. There would come a time when his direction would be pointed back the way he had come. Until then, the silence would be enough to sustain him.