He was too lost in his thoughts to realize that he had crossed into a pride's territory. Years before he never would have dreamed of such disrespect. He would have sent a messenger to ask for invitation, to be properly introduced... But now? He could hardly see two feet in front of him, drunk of fermented berries he'd managed to scavenge for, dehydrated, and hungry.
The black and white wild dog trailed behind him, but at a distance. She knew better than to try to talk to him when he was like this.
The large lion paused at the top of a hill, looking down over the lands with a dull and bitter frown. He lost himself in thought, wondering where he'd go next, or... why he'd go on. What was the point? This thought sucked the energy out of him, and a moment later he just laid down and sprawled over the grass, eyelids drooping.
