A vagabond.

A wayward soul.

A lone wolf.

Sora ambled and padded through the woods mindlessly, letting his feet drag him to an unknown destination. Thoughs continued to bombard his every train of thought as it left him silently pondering his losses. Where had everyone gone? The last time he had seen them was- well, too long ago to even remember. Absent mindedly, the brown wolf kept his vision upon the ground while, on most occasions, he glanced up to at least attempt to deficer where he was.

But he could never exactly pinpoint where he was or where he was going.

His tail swayed behin him in a nonchalant manner as he continued traversing upon a somewhat- well trodded pathway. Weaving and perusing through the forest, Sora shook his head while, about his neck, his silver crown necklace clanked and rattled softly.

"I think I'm going around in circles," he muttered softly as he tilted his head slightly. Slowing down as he hadn't a clue in the world, he stumbled towards a small clearing and settled down on his haunches. Glancing about his surroundings, he rumbled with a small chuckle. "I don't know where I'm going..."

Sora wasn't really upset, he was- well, confused or just too perplexed to even search around for any other wolf or creature that could have been lurking about. But beyond his present slump, Sora was, most often, chipper and upbeat. His heart was pure and his sense of adventure always took its advantage over him. Sometimes it even led him into trouble or stirred up the unwanted situations.

But that's who Sora was; he was, simply, a wolf who often rolled with the punches.

Slinking down onto his stomach, he flickered his ears and curled his tail around him. "Well," he mused with a small laugh, "I guess I'll just rest here for now." Closing his eyes as he began basking underneath the sun, Sora sighed softly and began to drift into a light sleep.

A wandering wolf needed his sleep and now was the perfect time.