07-27-2008, 02:54 PM
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The day was early and instead of sleeping in to some ungodly hour after everyone was gone, Laurel had risen well before them and had given them the slip. He had coaxed the fire before he had left, making it easy to re-ignite for whenever someone wanted something to do with it (like cooking food, he hoped) and ventured lazily through the fog that filtered through the dense forest. In time the sun would burn most of it off, but there would always be a haze left to linger like thin smoke. But it was one of the things he liked about the place the most, aside from the company and the location.[/html]
So it was out to the borders he found himself going, giving them a once-over as though he half expected someone to come bursting out of the surrounding forest. There had already been a few faces poking around the place as he had picked up on, but not much in the way of abundant interest. Yawning as he continued along the barely trodden pass way, the clothed coyote ruminated over things, wondering if he should have hung around the camp-site for a little while longer and see if anyone actually needed anything. He was already debating a day of wandering again, getting familiar with the surrounding areas and the faces that no doubt inhabited such. Supply runs were still in high demand as far as he was aware, so he could have been useful.
Oh well, maybe later.