03-17-2024, 07:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-17-2024, 07:58 AM by Antares. Edited 1 time in total.)
After finishing a good lunch and quenching the wicked thirst that followed, Antares still loitered near the depths of the territory. It was early in the afternoon, and so far, a relatively quiet one--chilly, cloudy, and typical for winter shifting into early springtime in their elevations. He paused to take in the mountainside's scene and weigh his options, his eyes flicking to a flash of bird wings that took off overhead. He watched them go, unbothered despite his pensive-looking furrow and slicked back ears, though noting the direction they went: east, roughly towards the shoreline.
He re-centered, and breathed deep. The morning's light dusting of fresh snowfall was dotted in pawprints already, though he suspected much of it would be gone should the sun come out to shine. Still, of the trails available, there was one that stood out over the rest: he set to motion after the path of the young @Arathorn.
He re-centered, and breathed deep. The morning's light dusting of fresh snowfall was dotted in pawprints already, though he suspected much of it would be gone should the sun come out to shine. Still, of the trails available, there was one that stood out over the rest: he set to motion after the path of the young @Arathorn.
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