Sex: MalePaws were intent on carrying him to the east. As far as he could manage. He'd wandered in search of his father in one direction for far too long, and there had been no success. Had he been a little older at the start of their journey together he might have remembered how to get to the home Romulus has claimed to be returning to. All he had to go on was luck, and it should have been no surprise that he was just shit out of it at all fronts.
He'd picked his choice on the rising of the sun, feeling as though that if he'd picked wrong again, he could at least keep walking until he reached the skies and burst into flames. Such was the mood he had been in of recent months. Just over a year old, and already having dealt with loss in different forms and intensities. Where he should have been bouncing off the walls with youthful glee he was nothing but atrabilious. It was a mood that no male his age should have ever had to feel.
He was determined to a fault though. In desperately searching for his father, he'd slowly starved himself. What was once a thick and bulky frame had wasted away progressively, and while he was no means emaciated it was clear his health was not the best. Physically. Emotionally. He needed more than what he had. He needed a purpose. He needed a home. He needed a family. He'd had them. Three times, and each time they'd crumbled.
Stone was cool against the padding of his paws, but it was a welcome sensation, and one that beckoned him to stop and take leave from his journey. What even laid beyond this furthest border of the forest? Perhaps with some time he might find out, but his body willed him to rest, and so he first sat back with a sigh as his hips met hard rocks, and then the rest of his body followed suit with an exasperated slump to the side, hitting the ground with a thud and a huff of air from his lungs as he sought a moment of solitude to recharge his body - and his mind.