He was still soggy. He'd crossed the river and now was headed pointedly north towards the mountains. Despite the fact there weren't any crocodiles in the river behind him, he was still keen to leave the water behind with a similar urgency as a zebra -- he'd survived the swim and now he just wanted to get away from the scene of the crime to somewhere with more cover. His move across the realm here seemed to be less of a great migration and more of just an aimless roaming because he couldn't find a place that actually felt safe. Maybe he should go back to the watering hole he'd been at ages back... It was quiet there.
Despite being wet, he didn't look too pathetic. He was doing ok, all things considered. He'd suffered enough as a youth, but there were enough ghosts haunting him to not allow him to be a happy, productive adult. He was still wary of everyone, which didn't exactly lend itself well to joining up with a pack and prancing along being a happy minion. He'd be more likely to get bitten. He was more neutral than gloomy though.
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Despite being wet, he didn't look too pathetic. He was doing ok, all things considered. He'd suffered enough as a youth, but there were enough ghosts haunting him to not allow him to be a happy, productive adult. He was still wary of everyone, which didn't exactly lend itself well to joining up with a pack and prancing along being a happy minion. He'd be more likely to get bitten. He was more neutral than gloomy though.
the staff team luvs u
