04-11-2022, 05:21 AM
Somewhere around the edge of plains vs temperate. 2lazy2specify.
In the end he'd vacated the plains, at least for now. Whatever storm was threatening he wanted some shelter and grassland wasn't keen to provide. It lingered long enough that it was freaking him out. Not that he was too thrilled about this southern area either. This was where weirdo chick who thought she'd owned the world. Would he even recognize her? It wasn't like she was actually important in the grand scheme of things. Crazy chick was probably still marinating in her own ego. Jury was out if she'd even recognize him -- he was looking a lot better these days. Still kind of tall and lanky but he wasn't quite so thin and desperate. And if it was possible for him to be more wary of people, well, he was.
Vidocq was not hunting, he was traveling. From what he recalled, this side of things had been more densely populated than others, and he wasn't super keen to linger. He'd hunted, killed, and eaten his fill before crossing the river so that he could hopefully be back in more sparser areas before really needing to hunt anything significant again. That was the plan, at least. Whether it'd work out was another thing entirely. he wound his way down a game path, a swiftly moving ink blot, ears twitching at any sounds not caused by his own feet.
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