Cieco had only walked a small distance before he was able to hear the sweet bubbling sound of the creek. One of his claws was bleeding from where it had torn on a crack of a rock. It didn’t bother him much at all, he had kept on walking until he reached the edge of the creek. There was a particularly soft spot of grass on the lower part of the small waterfall. This is where he settled, the sun was positioned just right on his little spot of grass as he leaned against the outcropping to his left. He licked his paw for a moment before laying down, his nose was right by the water as he began to think. Cieco thought about Calla, he thought about which rank Azura would pick, about the hikers, about the colors in his dreams that he couldn’t seem to picture correctly at the moment. But, he was okay with that, he decided he would stay for an hour, maybe two before making his rounds to refresh the border scents.
Thu Apr 24, 2014 5:44 pm by 
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Subject: Crippled Creek 
