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[BETH]

Corban prided himself on having great navigational skills, and this was just a hurdle in those; it didn't prove anything that he was in the middle of nowhere and had no idea where he was.

Sometimes you didn't need to know where you were to hunt, and so far he was still somehow inside the safe zone. He'd just play it by ear, find something worth catching, and find his way home. Easy, even if he was still hindered by the lack of his leg.

The cougar's ears shot up as he heard something rustling in some prickly bushes down by a small pond, which was surrounded by these light green fuzzy bushes and other assorted small plants. He pressed his body to the ground and moved over the ground like a phantom, making no sound as he approached his target.

He readied himself to pounce but stumbled back when a figure leapt out of the bushes, tiny and fuzzy and most definitely not prey. Well, at least they weren't the type of prey Corban felt comfortable attacking.

// [member=8014]bubblepup[/member]

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN? — [abbr=Corban - He/Him - Cougar - Left hind leg was gnawed off into a stump - Stubborn, nervous and difficult to socialize with - Medium-Hard Physical Difficulty]TAGS[/abbr]

[bubbletea]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;"]bub was also an exceptional navigator, his older ancestors having climbed aboard both human ships and their own little boats, and most knew how to track the stars. he knew how to build lean-tos and fashion tents out of leaves, but usually seeked shelter in pines and on top of rocks that barely held the sun’s warmth for hours.

this little venture, however, had landed him walking a trail he hadn’t before. he had heard of a small pond which might’ve still had ducks, a bird who made noises he couldn’t help but want to hear. any traveler that had told him about them said they “quacked”, and his time frame to see them before they tried to migrate farther down into radiation-thick places was running thin. his route memorized, sometimes whispered underneath his breath at random, he had set out.

though it may have been more exciting if he had used a machete to slash through the mountain’s underbrush, he didn’t want to hurt the plants and trees. his blue eyes had gandered a few patches of herbs and useful trees, most of which looked like weeds and pests of the forest. withering plaintain laid in the more sunny spots. under an observant eye, there was many uses for all of them.

the child’s pace quickened, and as he wove through one more bush, he saw a blur of fur. flinching, he scrambled to push himself back into the bushes, his fur being snatched up in the small thorns. drawing out a shaky breath at the surprise, he soon recognized corban, who had mistaken him for prey rustling in the growth. ”uh,” was all he could utter after the small incident, still recovering from the fright. at least this time he hadn’t been stepped on.