dressed in a stunning red ↟ j[o]iner

[teef]

  --  there was silence around him, the sound of waves slowly coming back into focus around him. raising his head from his paws, looking about himself with a low growl. where in the hells had he fallen asleep exactly? licking his lips as he gazed around, taking in the water pooled about his body. snorting, lips curling back in an irate fashion. all he could remember ... it was drinking. that was it. was that all he'd been doing for gods know how long?

pulling himself to his paws, the wanderer looked around for his spear, finding it laying off to the wayside and paused as he looked down at the ornate red shaft and silver colored spearhead. hanging his head there, the ghosts of memories too far away to clutch dancing past in his mind before he snarled and grabbed the heavy weapon in his jaws. shaking himself out, he listened to the jingle of his earrings and the tail band sliding over his fur uncomfortably. turning now from the small overhang he'd found, the wanderer would leave behind the rain-swallowed dip in the ground for the damp dirt and grass outside of it.

lifting his head to the skies, finding a bird high in the skies above before he began to follow it, wandering without purpose or mind, his own mind empty of all and any things of importance. huffing out a breath, cracking his neck and shoulders as he plodded on before finally reaching something resembling a scent-border. grunting, debating on continuing on or if he should figure this place out. hesitating for a moment before twisting his head and planting his spear into the rain-kissed dirt beside him, he would sit down after calling out, "anybody here?" 

SHOW ME YOUR BEAUTIFUL ANGER
-- speaks in #2596be -- the mad dog