As much as this form was not the easiest one for Strel, it was still more suited for what he was trying to do. The other day, he'd gone by here and seem a colorful something in the corner of his eye. Now he had remembered it and was dying to find it once more. However, he wasn't sure he could find it standing about seven feet from the forest floor. Sure he'd be able to see around him farther, but if it were hidden from view by leaves or anything of the like, a lower point of view would due better. So he skirted around trees on four paws rather than a single set of two. His head swerved around as he quietly searched for something bright.
After what seemed like hours of searching, Strelein gave up, laying in the underbrush with his belly against some lightly moist greenery. The forest seemed to have a nimiety of green foliage. It would make bright things stand out against it like a fire on a plain, but somehow that thing he saw remained a memory to him. He rather hoped he find it soon. It had seemed like it was a bead of some sort, and it was just what he wanted. Hidden away in his bag back at his new resting area, was a small handful of multicolored beads. Strel had collected them over time in different areas. He had found plenty of necklaces with colorful beads, but these all had something to do with his life. And he wanted to find plenty to make a necklace of his own mismatched beads. He whined a little as he rose, slowly beginning to comb through more shrubbery.