07-24-2008, 05:55 PM
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Wandering to the south of the territory didn't really do too much for Laurel because it didn't seem overly different. He had heard of a pack that lingered to the south some odd amount of miles, but then again there was one to the north he had heard about already. But when the forest had finally begun to thin out, he eyed the clouds above him with dismay. If it rained now, he knew he'd get soaked to the bone. Despite the fact that it had rained off and on for days on end already, he continued to venture out away from dense wood where his newly crowned home was and headed south, only stopping when he reached a small brook that cut through.[/html]
Regardless of how damp the ground was, Laurel saw it as good as any place to sit down and take in everything; to simply exist while the rest of the world busied itself around him. There had been little time for rest to begin with and while he was generally the type who did things at his own leisure with no real timeframe at all, even that got a little mundane here and there. So sitting around and spacing out was the next best thing and it was only then that he had wished he had drug some of the spirits he and Nikita had found along to drink. He leaned back on his elbows after a while to simply watch the clouds move on, fitting in neatly with the curve of the land as it ran down to meet the water. Closing his eyes, he let his tall ears do the work in figuring out what was going on around him, tuning out various sounds with a simple turn of a muscle.