Sex: MaleThe ground the wet from a recent rain causing the Pyriel's creamy paws to become wet as he crossed the border. His goal to catch something for the cache and he hoped that the prey would be around foraging for food after the rain. Lowering his head drops of water from the blades of grass moistened his nose as he searched for a scent to follow.
In the midst of his search his attention was drug from his task by movement in the trees a few feet ahead of him he'd caught in his peripheral vision. Pyriel paused watching but didn't see anything so returned to his hunt but he caught the movement again and this time it seemed like there was something rather large a head of him. When he looked up it was the same thing, nothing seemed to be there. The next time the same situation happened he caught a glimpse of dark brown leaving him to wonder what was over there. He was unsure if he should check it out or run the other way.