The rogue lands were hot as usual and the sun above was baking all animals found out in it. Buluu was feeling that baking heat on his white and blue fur. He was in mind to find a cool spot to settle down for a bit but he was hungry and still searching for food. His last attempt in the early morning had failed miserably and almost got him kicked in the face. He would not have been looking for any food if he'd actually felt that blow but he was unconcerned about the close call. He rarely ever worried much about the troubles he had in his life. He did his best to stay on the positive side and not let storm clouds darken his day.
As he walked Buluu spotted a cloud of dust rising in the distance. He knew quickly that usually meant a herd of some kind. He just hoped it was the kind he could take down on his own. With his sights set on that cloud he picked up his pace and headed straight for the place he hoped to find himself a meal.