Dawn; cool. Partly cloudy.
The air spoke of rains that were soon to fall, but this did not halt his travels. He was exploring this new territory in which he had fumbled upon. So far, so good. There were no complaints on his behalf. The land seemed to very greatly in its terrain, from marshes to forests, leading up to mountains. It was rather wonderful....a lot better than where he had come from. As he padded along, his paws soon hit stone, and he froze. With a smirk upon his muzzle, he leaped upward, landing upon a jagged rock.
Flicking his dark tail in what seemed to be amusement, the dark man seated himself. Brown eyes watched the sun begin to rise. The view from the mountains was a lot different from being down below in the forest. He could see everything. Perhaps he would make his den here. Yes, that would be nice. He found himself physically nodding his head along to his thoughts. Tittering at himself, the man bounced down from the rock with a light grunt. Now, where to find a good den site.
He figured that his home would consist of a rock overhang and a stone floor. No problem. He could easily collect moss and pine branches for warmth and comfort down below. It seemed too easy. Survival was not a challenge to Vium; it was something that he enjoyed. With a careless pep in his step, he began to hover around the heights in search of a proper home...
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