The day just seemed to be throbbing with possibilities. Azima had wandered a bit in his pack's lands, then snuck away after he found himself bored to pieces by things he'd seen every day. He wouldn't go too far, knowing that it would probably scare his mother to bits when she found out that he had left.
If she found out.
Azima took pride in his 'blending' ways; he thought his nonchalant and apathetic attitude helped him blend in with the scenery, and most didn't notice too much if he was gone. Besides, he was so much of a loner that he tended to stay away from most of the other pups in his pack, so there were few who's notice his small leave.
Turqoise eyes flicked around, and his quickened pace slowed. He thought he'd stay around this area, see what there was. White paws scratched at the ground, and he shoved his nose in the dirt, to literally nose around. He kept himself lowered, though, remembering the lessons about how unsafe the unclaimed world could be if a small pup wasn't careful. And the last thing he needed was to return home with a gaping wound on his purple pelt.
