Phoenix Maplewood so, what are you gonna do?

it’s early morning when vex steals out the borders of legion, knowing this, as it has every other time, cause him trouble. he can’t be bothered to care anymore. it’s mid-morning when he ‘rounds the jut of rocky ridge ‘round the bypass and veers off into the maplewood. ferns trampled and fronds broken beneath his paws as he pushes deeper and deeper, into it’s heart; heading west, narrowly avoiding the saps oozing out of the trunks of the maples; drawing in the sickly sweet scent, mixing as it does with the musk of herds passed and a slight tang that he thinks might be evergreen but doesn’t spend too much time debating with himself over.

he pauses to sniff at a crumbling log, deciphering the musk of moss and fresh rabbit trail. he ponders following it a bit before ultimately deciding to keep going. no doubt, the second someone realized they hadn’t seen him since early morning someone was sure to be on his ass to drag him back to the bypass.

or try to, at least.