Oak had left home and started off on a journey north, hoping that the trek would help him clear his mind of all the chaos that had ensued in the past few weeks. He was still very shaken up by the shock of the sudden war between AniWaya and his pack, and he wished to race into nowhere just to get away from everything for as long as he could.
He soon found himself in the midst Arachnea's Revenge, surrounded by monstrous trees that in their shade gave relief from the blazing sun. His nose twitched constantly as he drifted through the darkened forest, in case there was prey lurking somewhere in the shadows, but his heart was not truly into hunting for once. Instead he sought the water that his nose had alerted him of, and despite the heat, he broke with abandon into a sprint, leaping through the brush with the sound of softly crashing cymbals.
The rust-furred youth broke into the sunlight. Before him spanned a lake whose beauty far exceeded that of Rabbit Lake with its unusually vibrant blue color. He had been panting heavily the entire distance from Crimson Dreams, and his body was begging for a drink. With one last heavy sigh, Oak dipped his two-toned muzzle into the water and began to quench his thirst.
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