Morning came much earlier than Eight was prepared for. The late night he had made it feel like there was a weight resting ever-so-delicately on his body when he finally decided to stop glancing around and actually MOVE.
It was still dark out, which was what he had intended, it would give him the chance to slip out unnoticed from this camp-ground. Hopefully. He didn't know exactly how large it was or his location, only the direction he needed to head.
He brought himself up to a sitting position and stretched his back and shoulders as he arched them up and his head down, then stretched his whole body out, paws out in front and tail in the air. His yawn came with a slight whine, but briefly as he recomposed himself and shifted his head and neck from one side to the other. This spot was a very comfortable place to lay for the night, even if it was right between a dozen camp sites.
His dark green eyes gazed around in the dark, getting his bearings and trying to decide the best course of action from then on.
The morning dew clung tight to the ground, the trees, even some of his own fur. Some of it had even turned to ice. The climates were beginning to change mais noticeably now, it went from sweltering during the dia to balmy and even brisk, and at night the difference was even mais noticeable. A very low fog covered low spots in the terrain where water and cold air settled and this probably wasn't apt to change til close to mid day.
Eight shook out one last brief time before carefully emerging from his nest of bushes and twigs. He looked down at a clean-stripped pile of chewed bones and smiled to himself, striking a quick pose as though his path were laden with the bodies of his enemies.
"Oh yeah... Ninjaaaaaaaaa." He whispered to himself and with a soft laugh, began to take his route out.
It took almost no time to get his bearings once he started moving, which was very welcome, not to mention the warmth from being active. He padded down seguinte to an asphalt parkway, keeping his eyes alert and his ears perked as he walked along at a brisk pace. He knew now that he would be able to travel along he outside of most of these sites on his way out. All in all, there wouldn't be much of any unnecessary interaction for this part of the day.
Constantly checking the air for any guests he may encounter along the way, he made his way away from the asphalt and into some brush, he cut straight across a few camp sites at a dead sprint. It was unlikely that he would make enough sound to wake anything or anyone, but in that event, he still wanted to be gone before he was spotted. His paced slowed on the slick morning grama when he heard voices just up ahead. Quick as he could, he pomba into some bushes, silently peering out. Two men, lowering a barco into a body of water. Early morning fishermen. He waited until they were both mais or less in the watercraft and paced out past them.
"Hey, oi look." One man tapped his friend on the shoulder and motioned. The pair looked on for a moment in the silence of the still morning air as Eight made his way across from them, looking back once or twice,ears back and tail down before disappearing into the bushes once again.
A little further into the woods and back out he came to a clearing followed abruptly por 4 lanes of asphalt.
"Great." He muttered to himself, a low growl in his throat, "Another Highway. There must be hundreds of these damn things out here..." He protested momentarily, as was his custom with things he didn't particularly care for. Another moments inspection showed the entire black strip devoid of traffic just as the sun peaked turning an laranja and purple sky into a bright, laranja and already slightly warmer day.
A smile, for the segundo time in recent events, crept across his muzzle as he began to make the four lane journey ahead of him. The topo, início of each pebble that made the road, every strip and speck of tar or rock, simmered and glistened as he practically pranced across it, laughing and almost cantar in this new mood he found himself in. His head was practically swimming with excitement.
'If this is how the dia started - whats next?' he pondered to himself, face stuck in such a grin it would a a shame (and difficult) to speak even a word. 'Ooooh, a banquet last night, and now... the land itself is just GIVING UP. I... I'm awesome.' He finished his thought and began his first step across.
"I... am so freaking lucky, I'm a lucky, lucky guuuuyyy..." he made his sentences into limericks as he went across, the sun inviting him across, his paws dancing on into the grama on the opposing side. He looked back for a brief moment, still in mild disbelief that his dia began so well, and with a loud laugh, he began to tear across the path lay before him. The new dia was being even kinder than the night before and the rest of the dia had to be just as good.
The terrain was absolutely gleaming as the sun lit up every drop of dew and reflected through the fog. He ran along at a steady pace, his breath clinging in the air every time he exhaled. The world before him was bright and opened to him now and it was his to take.
In the distance, far off, he could see his seguinte destination. A mountain range, dark in contrast to the sun now steadily climbing itself into the sky.
Eight treaded on, an infiltrated camping resort and a four lane highway behind him, he was a speed demon dog thrashing through this new countryside, ever mais confident in every stride he made, this dia was his - and he was intent on taking it for all it was worth.
It was still dark out, which was what he had intended, it would give him the chance to slip out unnoticed from this camp-ground. Hopefully. He didn't know exactly how large it was or his location, only the direction he needed to head.
He brought himself up to a sitting position and stretched his back and shoulders as he arched them up and his head down, then stretched his whole body out, paws out in front and tail in the air. His yawn came with a slight whine, but briefly as he recomposed himself and shifted his head and neck from one side to the other. This spot was a very comfortable place to lay for the night, even if it was right between a dozen camp sites.
His dark green eyes gazed around in the dark, getting his bearings and trying to decide the best course of action from then on.
The morning dew clung tight to the ground, the trees, even some of his own fur. Some of it had even turned to ice. The climates were beginning to change mais noticeably now, it went from sweltering during the dia to balmy and even brisk, and at night the difference was even mais noticeable. A very low fog covered low spots in the terrain where water and cold air settled and this probably wasn't apt to change til close to mid day.
Eight shook out one last brief time before carefully emerging from his nest of bushes and twigs. He looked down at a clean-stripped pile of chewed bones and smiled to himself, striking a quick pose as though his path were laden with the bodies of his enemies.
"Oh yeah... Ninjaaaaaaaaa." He whispered to himself and with a soft laugh, began to take his route out.
It took almost no time to get his bearings once he started moving, which was very welcome, not to mention the warmth from being active. He padded down seguinte to an asphalt parkway, keeping his eyes alert and his ears perked as he walked along at a brisk pace. He knew now that he would be able to travel along he outside of most of these sites on his way out. All in all, there wouldn't be much of any unnecessary interaction for this part of the day.
Constantly checking the air for any guests he may encounter along the way, he made his way away from the asphalt and into some brush, he cut straight across a few camp sites at a dead sprint. It was unlikely that he would make enough sound to wake anything or anyone, but in that event, he still wanted to be gone before he was spotted. His paced slowed on the slick morning grama when he heard voices just up ahead. Quick as he could, he pomba into some bushes, silently peering out. Two men, lowering a barco into a body of water. Early morning fishermen. He waited until they were both mais or less in the watercraft and paced out past them.
"Hey, oi look." One man tapped his friend on the shoulder and motioned. The pair looked on for a moment in the silence of the still morning air as Eight made his way across from them, looking back once or twice,ears back and tail down before disappearing into the bushes once again.
A little further into the woods and back out he came to a clearing followed abruptly por 4 lanes of asphalt.
"Great." He muttered to himself, a low growl in his throat, "Another Highway. There must be hundreds of these damn things out here..." He protested momentarily, as was his custom with things he didn't particularly care for. Another moments inspection showed the entire black strip devoid of traffic just as the sun peaked turning an laranja and purple sky into a bright, laranja and already slightly warmer day.
A smile, for the segundo time in recent events, crept across his muzzle as he began to make the four lane journey ahead of him. The topo, início of each pebble that made the road, every strip and speck of tar or rock, simmered and glistened as he practically pranced across it, laughing and almost cantar in this new mood he found himself in. His head was practically swimming with excitement.
'If this is how the dia started - whats next?' he pondered to himself, face stuck in such a grin it would a a shame (and difficult) to speak even a word. 'Ooooh, a banquet last night, and now... the land itself is just GIVING UP. I... I'm awesome.' He finished his thought and began his first step across.
"I... am so freaking lucky, I'm a lucky, lucky guuuuyyy..." he made his sentences into limericks as he went across, the sun inviting him across, his paws dancing on into the grama on the opposing side. He looked back for a brief moment, still in mild disbelief that his dia began so well, and with a loud laugh, he began to tear across the path lay before him. The new dia was being even kinder than the night before and the rest of the dia had to be just as good.
The terrain was absolutely gleaming as the sun lit up every drop of dew and reflected through the fog. He ran along at a steady pace, his breath clinging in the air every time he exhaled. The world before him was bright and opened to him now and it was his to take.
In the distance, far off, he could see his seguinte destination. A mountain range, dark in contrast to the sun now steadily climbing itself into the sky.
Eight treaded on, an infiltrated camping resort and a four lane highway behind him, he was a speed demon dog thrashing through this new countryside, ever mais confident in every stride he made, this dia was his - and he was intent on taking it for all it was worth.
