Mohlako looked on with worry as he traveled through these 'unknown lands'. Somewhere along the way he had gotten lost, and now he could no longer tell if he was still in the Rogue Lands, or if he had stumbled upon a pride's territory. So far everything seemed safe, but the male knew that with every second that passed, and with each step he took, he could possibly be walking in to danger and a possible fight. That was something he didn't want to think about. It would be one thing if he was a fighter, but he knew he wasn't. He would much rather take his chances at running than taking on a whole pride.
Sighing, Mo stopped in his tracks and took the chance to look around. Nothing, not one thing seemed familiar to him. He could always turn around, but the chances of possibly just getting even more lost seemed too great to him. Too many turns and possible short cuts he might of taken just jumbled together, and he could no longer remember which paths he took just to get there.
"I suppose there is nothing left to do except hope for the best."
His ears pinning back, the male pressed forward with hopes that maybe he would come across some sign that would indicate where he was. Hopefully something that wasn't in the form of a gang of lions anyway.
