It felt futile. No matter how much he tried to get his mind off of Akira he couldn't. "Oh well..." Xixan muttered as he trudged further and further from her teepee. A strong wind traveled across the plains as he waded through the chest high foliage, sending his mane billowing with the emerald waves of grass like a light blue banner. He was lost in his thoughts as he moved, unconcerned with the usual fears of the usdia's Akira had taken residence with. He wasn't afraid to travel, he wasnt afraid to be seen. He didnt fear that those he would meet would be foes.
Not that his lack of fear helped. He usually didn't meet anyone in his travels. Xixan sighed heavily as he came to a stop, a pause in his journey. His belly rumbled softly, it's own quiet protest to the lack of food. "I guess I must eat some time..." Xixan mumbled to himself. He wasn't use to anyone being around him; talking to himself kept him from being too lonely. He lowered his head to the ground gently, nosing through the long grass for shorter, newer, and fresher blades to munch on. He wasn't picky, but he wasnt in the mood for the long blades waving in the wind.
