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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 3:59 pm
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"Stay close."
His father's words haunted the back of his mind, he got side tracked and lost his parents. He wandered forward and found himself at a forked path. He tried to think of which path his parents would use, he even looked around for tracks since his father taught him how to track things by footprints. He sighed, he couldn't see a single thing, since birth his eyes weren't all too great. He could see, just the colors and images were pretty blurry.
He tried to place a right front clawed foot down on a print and tried to judge the owner, it felt big like his father's but he was unsure. There were other soquili around with claws, just not sharp claws like his father. He just shook his head and decided to follow the path with the footprint with the claws was heading. As he was walking along, he kept close to the tall grass, it would be easier to hide if any predators lurked or strangers he might feel threatened by.
When he came to an open field of dead grass and charred branches, he noticed a funny smell in the air. He once smelled this before, back when they passed a human campsite, it was called fire. Did he wander back to the human campsite again? Nothing seemed familiar to him. Even though he did not want to admit it, he felt lost and lonely without his family by his side.
"Dammit!" he cried out in frustration.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 9:37 am
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