Luca was... a little lost. He had never thought to study navigation in the past, but walking in the rainforest for what felt like hours made him wish that he was a former boy scout. He stared at his scarred muzzle in a pool of water, letting out a small hum of discontent. He lifted a paw to pressed at the pink marks, trying to smooth his fur over them in a way that hid them from view. Eventually he gave up though, letting out a soft sigh and looking around. He'd been gone for a bit, but he was so new at this point that he doubted the Typhoon would spare him any search parties. His best bet was to look around for someone that could help him, so he got to wandering. Luca stepped over the various hazards in the environment, lifting his nose every now and then in an attempt to catch a familiar scent. Eventually he caught wind of something vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place who exactly it belonged to, so he set off in that direction. Luca pushed through a bunch of foliage to come into a clearing, shaking stray leaves from his soft fur.

[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member]