Scowl spreading across his features, Syon wondered, all the while sticking close to the outskirts of the forrest he had taken residence in and scrutinized his surroundings with cold eyes. He still hadn't grasped the layout of the land, his mind making an attempt to memorize each step he took in an attempt to keep from getting lost. Trees that were once barren and lifeless not two months back were now dappled with new buds, speckling the forest with a light green, and spots of powdery snow still littered the ground in places, slowly melting away to leave wet patches, leaving the land stuck between the ending and beginning of seasons.
Closing his eyes Syon took a deep breath, the air biting and cold, remnants from the winter that was slowly seeping to spring. Despite the months that had passed since he'd arrived in the Soquili lands he still found himself unable to pull away from the familiarity the forest held within it, and clung near desperately to that security. He had been so far unsuccessful in attempts to track down the small band of Cerynei that had left their lands before him. Had they integrated themselves already with this lands natives? His scowl deepened at the turn of thoughts, muzzle crinkling in distaste. He'd had scant few encounters with the natives and horses of this land, and his view of them was complete and utter distaste.
Shaking his head to forcefully rid himself of such thoughts, mane tumbling slightly from it's ties, Syon stepped further away from forests edge. If the others had moved on, it'd do little good to stay within the within the forests confines. With that in mind Syon eased himself further from the forest, habitually straying near scattered trees that cropped up in the plane ahead. Eyes coldly observing the few outlines of others in the distance.
