The male walked swiftly, efficiently, and with a great deal of purpose...if only he had somewhere to be. That was the thing that was getting to him the most, the wandering hopelessly trying to find something that would give him a sign as to who he was. Jana was still a baby. At least in the eyes of his pride he was, he would not be an adult until he took on a new name.
The problem was, he found no name that would suit him. He was not a warrior, so a strong name was not for him - nor was he a crafter, so he could not take a creative name.
It was a worry.
He had no idea who he was.
That was terrifying. Jana shook his head, refocusing on his path, his muscles tense with anxiety. He hated this, the rogue lands was just one large panic attack for the male.
