This place was irrefutably boring to the young male as broad shoulders rubbed up against the deep reddish bark of a lumbering redwood tree to soothe an itch his teeth couldn't quite reach themselves before sauntering off further into the depths of the forest. For a place that clearly smelt occupied; including the mixture of alluring perfumes from real women, pack borders, and cologne of men in pursuit, you'd expect to run into at least one individual, but the dark-hued man remained empty-pawed. What a drag.
A salmon tongued rolled out from parted jaws as Sunder voiced his lack of motivation in the form of a yawn, tarnished canines gleaming in the patchy sunlight that filtered through the forest canopy while he lowered his haunches to plop his rump unceremoniously onto the ground. His head tilted skyward to settle his pale green gaze on the dancing leaves above as the faint trace of a breeze guided their graceful steps. Spring was definitely creeping back onto the scene. Perhaps there was a cache or creek nearby he could snag a quick snack out of since the chances of acquiring any company, or competition for that matter seemed slim at best.