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Travelling has been a slow process for Eos. He was still getting used to the loss of much of his sight. Adjusting was a slow process, and he still ended up in bushes or falling over various objects on the ground quite a lot. Hunting was even harder, and while he had been lucky a few times mostly the white lion had been forced to either seek help, which did not come often, or scavenge the kills of others. None of these options had been bad ones in his opinion, however it was a large weakness on a lion already born with one. The male was solid white, and while he had managed to deal with this as he grew up and honed his hunting skills all of that work had been dashed away in a matter of moments. Now he could barely see, and what female would want a lion so useless, a male who could not even provide for himself, let alone a family.

Eos tried to push his thoughts of weakness aside. It would do him no good to dwell upon it, nor did he plan to let such ‘weakness’ rule him anyways. He wasn’t sure how, but he’d find a way to survive. Just as he was starting to feel a bit better, more determined to make the most of his situation he heard someone call out. The male wasn’t sure if this call had been aimed at him, or perhaps to another, but he was still curious what was going on. He looked around, ears perked forward as he tried to figure out the direction the cry had come from. Before it could do much good however he found his footing falter. The ground had taken quite a sudden shift downwards, and much of his weight shifted forward before he could react.

Down the white male went, claws out as he tried to grab on to any hold he could. It did little good however, and only managed to pull free grass and dirt that tumbled after him. Finally he came to a halt in the muck below, hitting it’s surface with a loud smack. He lay there on his back, a bit dazed, as he sunk a few inches into the foul smelling substance.

The landing had knocked the breath out of him, and he lay there dazed as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. Slowly he managed to do so, only to fully realize how much the fall had hurt. A low groan escaped his maw as he attempted to roll onto his side. It took a bit of wiggling until he managed to roll over onto his side. It wasn’t very deep, but it was still enough to make moving a bit of a chore. Aside from that he was pretty much already covered in the stuff from his fall, and the smell was certainly not helping either.

Another call came forth, this time closer and seemed to surely be directed at his person. The white male raised his head, turning his face towards the voice. “I think I am okay.” Was his reply. Nothing seemed broken anyway. At most maybe some bruising, but all in all he seemed to be fine physically. The voice spoke again and he continued to roll once more, this time managing to bring himself onto his belly.

Instinctively Eos turned his head to look around, eyes squinting through the mud to try and make out whatever it was being offered to him, as he assumed that that was what was going on. However with the waning light it was getting even harder for him to see, and the blurs of the terrain around him all started to form together. He opened his maw, about to say he could not see it, however before he could something jabbed him in the shoulder. Quickly, or as quickly as Eos could in the muck, and latched his jaws around the branch. “Go’ ik!”

Just as hard as she pulled so did he on his own limbs to free them of the clinging muck beneath his body. The more he pulled the more it seemed to hold on, however eventually, with her help, he finally managed to break free from it’s grasp. Finally out of the muck he felt a little better, though the effort to free himself was wearing on him. However the prospect of being cleaned was more appealing at the moment than a quick rest. “Good. I’ll be glad to have his mess off of me.” He spoke, following in the direction the voice had come from. Ears swiveled forward as he listened intently for her paw steps, hoping this river was not too far.