The male sniffed the air as he stepped away from his valley home. For some reason the air smelled different out here... More... dry? There was definite lack of moisture in the air, that was for sure. But, if he didn't venture out, how could he find others for his tribe?
Wandering around for days, it was soon clear the male had gotten himself lost. He had hoped the Deities would have shown him the way back by now, but no such luck. Maybe he was thinking about giving up too early. The first week he'd been out he'd had a clear path in mind, a circle that would lead him back around. Unfortunately he'd gotten turned around at some point and landed himself in the middle of nowhere.
Well great. Just great. Saar was starting to wonder if he'd ever get back to his tribe... Well, tribe in the making anyway.
