centuries

Joining thread. Sorry if it's poop. I'm so tired but I wanted to get this up so the activity check didn't remove him tomorrow morning. xD

At some point a light rain had began to fall and Sumayl felt his ears flatten down to his skull in morbid disbelief. The day so far had been chilly, an unwarranted warning that autumn was here and winter would be breathing down their necks soon — as if he couldn't tell that fall was upon them. The leaves had begun to change colors, and there was a spicy sort of autumn scent that clung heavily to the air. The agouti colored Ostrega was not having a good day. In fact it was downright awful and the rain wasn't doing anything to make matters any better; not that he had much hope for it improving. He could have always stopped to count his blessings for the fact that at least it was a light rain as opposed to monsoon pouring, but even then Sumayl doubted it would make much of a difference. Rain was rain and he would get soaked either way. Light rain merely prolonged the process, making it take longer to achieve the goal of looking like a medium-sized, lithe drowned rat. He didn't even have the usual lightheartedness to add 'handsome drowned rat' on the end of it as a narcissistic after thought.

Soft snort was given as he kept up his pace, figuring it was too little, too late to bother stopping to seek shelter. He might as well make as much from the day as he possibly could, holding out the small hope that there was some part of it that was actually still salvageable. Pace slowed as the scent of a pack assaulted him, cautionary steps taken to avoid stepping into their claimed lands. For a moment he turned his golden gaze further, part the spiraling mountain side that stretched before him, considering upon the idea to keep going. Something, however, held him back and stayed his step. He rationalized this decision by deciding that he had to start somewhere. If not here, then where? He could keep going but would he ever, truly stop? It was with that consideration in his mind that he tipped his head back and let his presence be known by the wolves that inhabited the pack, and stood, patiently waiting for someone to come and greet him.