Cease splashed his way up a creek, doing his best to dodge the small branches that scratched at his face. He was so not at home here. The humidity was overwhelming, which made his journey laborious and exhausting, even though the forest itself was quite cool and pleasant. The humidity also didn't do any favors to his fur. He didn't realize he could be so…frizzy. It was not a good look. And there was never a clear path, not even when he was wading through this stream. The trees were so densely packed, one could never make out what was around the next bend, let alone even see the sun. He missed the rolling hills and brisk air of the foothills where he usually roamed.But there wasn't much helping it now. He'd been chasing a wounded deer for hours when he suddenly found himself up close and personal with a rather…unfriendly pack. They'd chased him off in the direction of the Dark Forest, and once there he'd gotten hopelessly lost. Luckily game was plentiful, and his belly was full of rabbit. He also knew that if he followed this creek upstream, it would eventually lead him back to the mountainous region he called home. And so he traveled at a brisk pace, trotting through the shallow waters, splashing and enjoying the coolness of the waters.
Razor Wind was perched on top of a boulder, watching a pair of ptarmigan tentatively peck at the fallen leaves on the ground. Her eyes slowly drifted between the two, weighing her chances of success on catching each one, ultimately deciding the one of the left seemed a little slower and a little more weighty than the other. Her muscles tensed as she prepared to spring, careful not to make any sound that would send the birds fleeing for cover.
