Too close for comfort

[Red Sol]

A pair of hazel eyes looked around from the tall grass. He couldn’t believe that he was out here, in a plain. Plains and grassland didn’t have trees, what was he thinking? ’Tú no eres inteligente. To think, yo no tengo trees. Yo soy exposed!’ Red ran his tongue over his right canine tooth, which happened to stick out from beneath his lip slightly, and held his dagger closer. He really did feel obvious, like everyone in the general area could see him moving slowly through the tall grass. His nose twitched and he froze. He smelled something up ahead, pack border maybe? The wind had shifted, he didn’t know exactly how close he was to a border if there was one around. Red cursed himself under his breath for being so careless. Why had he decided to go exploring this barren wasteland anyway?

ooc- terribly short this is! srry.