Damascus moved swiftly across the landscape, crushing tall grass and dainty flowers alike beneath his feet as he bounded from one spot to the next. His movements eerily silent despite his hefty weight, the sight of moving grass being all that gave him away when he moved so quickly. Damascus was thoroughly enjoying the rush of the wind over his fur, the slight whistling sound it made when he moved so quickly across the earth.
His maned head tilting up to gaze at the sky, sharp red eyes scanning the clouds searching for something he'd become so accustomed to seeing, though it seemed to be rather absent today. The large male paying far more attention to what was above him then to where he was going, missing the faint red spot that stood out amongst the field of tall grasses and thick bushes.
Normally he was not so careless, but today, well today he found himself quite distracted...
