Huh.Dragomir stared into the thicket ahead of him.
Hm.
He looked over his shoulder towards the thicket behind him.
That's not good.
Drago's gotten lost plenty of times. When your family lived in a forest so massive it would take five whole days to reach an end (at least, that's what his older brother used to tell 'im), it's basically inevitable. Take a wrong turn, and — Well, how y'even gonna know? Everything looked the same! A dog could waste their whole day out in the woods, just trying to find home again, just looking for a scrap of familiarity amongst green leaves and brown sticks.
His family marked trees as trail blazes. Near the roots. Three claw marks down. One across.
In any other case, he would be snuffling around the undergrowth for those marks, but, as it were, Drago meant to be lost.
Okay. He did not mean to be lost, at first.
But, he did get lost and, he was, in a way, since he was not at home, still lost, and...Hey, now that he thought about it, maybe he wasn't lost!
Drago's tail wagged at the realization, a gleeful one-two swish.
Yes, to be lost would mean that he didn't know where he was going, but he did; he was going to the end of the forest. So, if the stories his brother told him were true, if he just kept walking forward in one direction, then...Drago nodded and nosed his way into the thicket set before him. A couple of branches snagged on his fur but, with a few shakes and a healthy bit of determination, he emerged on the other side — more woods, more of the same — and continued on his way, unbothered.
As long as he kept walking, he would reach the end. Eventually. Probably.
Hopefully.
Would be nice if he could find a river or a snack soon, but..For now, Dragomir — exploring, not lost! — kept on walking.
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