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Tak moved quietly through the woods, the pine needles softening the sound of his light footfalls. Since being on his own, the hybrid had realized that sticking to the woods was his safest bet, for it provided shelter, water, and an abundance of food. He'd satisfied the latter with a rabbit earlier in the day, but now as his tongue began to dry, he found himself listening intently for the sound of running water. Throughout the woods he had found streams here and there, but it had been awhile since he'd last seen one and now was regretting not stopping for a drink earlier when the opportunity had presented itself.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" he chanted to no one in particular, startling a bird out of a nearby tree. Tak's violet eyes scanned the area but couldn't locate anything that suggested water nearby. No small animals that would need to rely on a constant source of water, no mud under his feet, no soft, barely audible trickle to give him hope, there was nothing. Moving deeper into the forest he continued his quest, barely noticing the fact that the woods were thinning out until a scent hit him as if he'd just run into a wall. Stopping abruptly, Tak realized he had come upon the borders of a pack, and he instantly backtracked to ensure he was not seen as a trespasser. It would be easy to turn tail and head back where he had come from, but Tak was intrigued. This was his first encounter of a packland in quite some time and he was curious as to what might be within the borders.
He decided to wait and see if his scent would attract anyone from the lands, though he was not particularly interested in attempting to join the pack. He was merely curious about what kind of creatures inhabited the civilization he had just stumbled upon. Leaning back against a tree, Tak pulled out his knife and grabbed a fallen branch. He was not particularly good at carving, but he liked to be doing things with his hands, and began to shave off the bark and whistled a soft tune while he waited--his mind temporarily dismissing his thirst. |