Also, I'm sorry for his pathetic state of being. Haha.||+000Moss was lost in this giant place. Where was he to go? To be honest, he was tired of wandering about without a place to call home. The thrill of traveling had ended once he got off the ship from Scotland and landed here. It was all fun and games when he first step foot in 'Souls thinking he would find a home within the first week of being here but things didn't work out as planned. He looked rugged and thin, Eilam bugged him at every hour of every day for him to get himself something to eat. He just didn't have it in him. Although it didn't show on his face or the way he held himself, he was tired and his high spirits were fading. Moss was always one to be patient and understanding but when it came to his own flaws and problems he had trouble handling it. So, he buried himself in helping others. But, nobody had come to him for help. He had run into a few passer-by's but all of them were traders that were aware of the land and needed no help from him. So, he let himself go and if it kept up for much longer he wouldn't be more than fur and bones.
The scents from many different packs had led him all across the landscape and still he hadn't found a home. He wasn't one to show up at a pack's doorstep and beg them to take him in without knowing what kind of people were in the pack. He had dealt with bad personalities and distrust for far too long and was ready to be surrounded by people who would care for him. But, it was going to take him and his patience was wearing thin.
The rusty colored wolf sat high in a tree with a flask in his hand. He didn't drink often, but when he did drink he usually drown himself in the substance. Lucky for whoever stumbled upon him he had just started sipping from the metallic container and was only slightly effected by the magical liquid. A large leg swung back and forth, dangling from the branch he had chose to sit on. He hummed random melodies to himself trying to forget all that had happened. Anyone who knew him well enough would know that he wasn't acting like himself. Being alone put him in a desperate and pathetic state of mind. "Aaaaaaaand the sun shines down on meeee, aaaaaaaaaand the seas are so greeeeeeeeen. Oy!" The hums were loud and enthusiastic, a wide smile spread across his dark lips. A deceiving portrayal of how he actually felt. Eilam dare not show his face when he was in this state and had chose to stay away. If Moss didn't put down the flask soon, he would be bent over a bush puking his guts out.
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