OOC: And so it continues...
It had been a little over a week since his last encounter with Ralla, but he still remembered her promise and he still had faith she would keep her word. He had indeed found a place he could call his temporary home, a hollowed out and ancient tree just large enough to fit him comfortably somewhere out in the Serena Reserve, only a stones throw away from where he had met Ralla on his first day in these lands. On the slowly colder nights, the tree had been a blessing, trapping his body heat inside with him to help him keep warm, along with his body's natural tolerance to the cold. His nights had been sleepless at first, still wondering what it was he had done to make Ralla behave in such a way, but slowly he had forgotten about that, able to sleep warmly and comfortably within his little tree-den.
The days since he had left AniWaya's village had been dull by comparison. Most of the day was spent hunting and honing his survival skills, skills he must keep sharpened at all times in his blind life. Other than that, he really had nothing else to do. Several times had debated on returning to AniWaya and trying to find Ralla, but each time he tried something would hold him back, a small whisper in the back of his mind. Give her time Kemo, she will come to you when she is ready. He had no idea who that voice belonged to, but every time it spoke he obeyed it without question, seemingly forgetting about it as he went on with his self-training and chores.
The tree-den had been a great help to him in his days and nights living here, but he knew he would have to find a much more permanent den when the snow and temperature dropping winds arrived. He hunted regularly of course, keeping his mind and body strong and fit for the coming winter months. Today however, he didn't feel like doing anything besides eating and laying in his den. He had woken up this morning with a strange feeling, as if something important was going to happen today, but he couldn't possibly know what it could be. What he did know was something told him to stay near his den today and after he had gotten his morning hunt taken care of, he did just that. He snuggled up in his den, head hanging just outside of the hole in the tree, and waited for what was to come, not knowing that today his life would soon be heading in a different direction.
Kemo ”talks”, walks, and thinks.
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