THEY WORK IN THEIR SMILES / finding bell

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i lost my wallet and i'm lost, dear — tags

Now that they've reached this new territory, the skinny jaguar found plenty of reason to explore. He was not used to this sort of environment and was curious to see what he could find. What more could he do, anyway, seeing as he'd no idea how to communicate with others in this state? He might as well check out his new home. Maybe he could find the best places to find food, so he could give some to their leader. Maybe he ought to find himself a proper home, too, while he's at it. Or he could simply indulge his curiosity and learn some more about the tundra. It was certainly a pretty place, but he was not so used to such harsh colds. He wished he could wear a coat, or something, but he wouldn't know where to find any, and he certainly wouldn't know how to ask. For now, he would just have to deal with it all. There wasn't anything else he could do about it.

So, he only focuses on the lands he travels now, glowing eyes trailing over each thing he finds, taking his time throughout. His rounded ears prick as he hears a small jingle - clearly a bell. Possibly one of the ones attached to the trees. He did not find it to be particularly windy at the moment, though, and none of the others rung with it, so he pushes himself towards it out of curiosity. His green gaze peers down to find that it was, indeed, a bell, but one that had fallen out of place, now on the ground. The male bent down and decided to pick it up with one of his paws, observing it quietly. He looks up, wondering which tree it fell from.