Apollo was taking a leisurely stroll through the forest, humming cheerfully to himself as he went. Okay, leisurely might have been a bit of an understatement.... Going around at an easy run and bounding off the occasional tree trunk or stump for sudden direction changes or temporary boosts of speed was leisurely for him, if not for others.
He supposed he should be applying himself in some way for the betterment of the clan. He was sort of the deadbeat right now, son of the ground scout whelped with an outsider and thus far the only one of his litter to pick life with Dad. Hey, it was all about family, right?
Apollo just didn't have a place yet. He didn't think he wanted to be a scout since winged creatures were better suited for that, though he certainly wandered around as much as his dad. Maybe not as far as his dad had, but he certainly knew the land around Hometree quite well.
He guessed he could be a hunter, if he learned how to move a lot quieter. Shamen....for some reason the thought of the enegetic and outgoing persona he adopted being synonymous with the word shamen, well. Contrasted with Cornelia's personality, she being their lead shamen, it just seemed kinda humorous to him.
So for now Apollo was just a plain and simple member of the tribe, just doing a bit of all the rolls until he found some outlet he could settle into. And running around, he certainly did love to run around.
((The inspiration for the title came from looking at these lol [X] [X]))
