He was out in the rogue lands again. The light breeze brushed against his fur as he walked, his wrap that covered his right eye. When he first got the wrap, he thought he was never going to use it. However as time went on, he found he was using it more and more around the pride. Usually when he was out in the rogue lands he would take it off. The scars on his face made him look more intimidating. Today he didn't take it off though. The silly thing had started feeling comfortable around his head.
The stars were coming out as the sun set. It was the perfect time to travel. Only fools and monsters traveled at night, he remembered an old story teller telling him. He smirked to himself. Well he wasn't a fool, so that only left-
He heard a twig break and he turned around, losing his train of thought. Behind him was a bush and he could see two eyes staring back at him. There were very few trees in the area with bushes scattered around.
His claw withdrew and he lowered his body. He was ready for a good hunt, he thought with a smirk.