The lack of prey has finally driven him from the territory, though it is not with the hopes of finding anything. He simply wants to see past the borders for himself, see if the outside world has truly turned into some sort of barren hell. Yet, even as quiet as it is, nothing seems horribly out of place. The changing colors of the season have little effect on him in the wake of the expectation of some sort of fiery pit of doom. It all seems... relatively okay, he thinks. So, when he feels he's gone far enough, he turns back toward Lost Creek Hollow, eager to get back before the ground starts to shake again.
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