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How long could he keep going? His paws were sore, nearly rubbed raw and bleeding. The rocky terrain was not helping, but it was a type of ground he was not used to. The rocky landscape was difficult for him to navigate, not to mention dangerous, he was a clumsy dog and one wrong step here...there was no more Jester. Although he was sure his family would be pleased with that knowledge, he wasn’t ready to end his life just because he was shunned and unwanted. Just end it already, keep others from suffering. His thoughts were harsh and completely self abusive, but he was used to them. His lips pulled back in a rather troublesome grin. He was not a dog of his right mind, that much could be discerned.

Still, Jester continued travelling, if that’s what you could call it. Every few steps the lanky mix colored wolf tripped and nearly fell on his face. There wasn’t any sign of irritation though, this seemed normal for the wolf and he took it all in his large, lanky stride. If the grin fooled anyone, his stride wouldn’t. He looked like a drunk human, paws crossing in front of each other as he walked. Perhaps that was one reason why he tripped so often, but he still seemed to be completely oblivious.

It wasn’t until he came to the cliff edge that the grin slowly faded and a look of perplexed curiosity slowly formed on his face. His ears flicked forward, his tail drooped low and for once the wolf did not stand with his jaws hanging open and tongue lolling out. If one could stare at his rich honey eyes they would see wheels churning. He was considering it, just jumping off. No one would miss him, no one would care, the thoughts made a high-pitched whine slip into the air. It was distressed and uncertain, he didn’t know what he should do. What he did know was that the sun was slowly beginning to set and he was not a fan of the dark, he needed a tree that he could dig a hole under, he wanted to be enclosed with only one entrance and exit.



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Four paws were wading into one of the many streams in this rocky valley. And those paws belonged to a wolf dog named Azreal.



It's been awhile since Azreal found a place to drink, he's been thirsty for awhile but he was far from being dehydrated. The wolf dog was relieved and pleased to find the stream, so much so he bent down and started drinking the water whilst walking in it at the same time. It sounded like he was gulping alot of water, almost as if he couldn't have enough. After a few moments he raised his head and surveyed the surrounding area. There was so much land to cover, so much land. Azreal waded deeper into the water, he had decided on the spur of the moment that he would go swimming for alittle bit. Azreal's four paws paddling back and forth kept him afloat and he was ecstatic. He hasn't gone swimming for such a long time. Though the stream wasn't terribly too deep enough for swimming well. The bottom of the stream was just a few inches from his paws.

Azreal soon grown bored of swimming in the little bit of water he can, so he left the stream to shake and release all the water from his fur. As much as he could anyway by shaking vigorously. What was he going to do next? He could look for another stream or he could just stay at this one. Perhaps he could go explore those cliffs off in the distance? Azreal pondered over his choices, and when he finally settled on one he gave himself one last shake, and held his head high. "I decided... I'm going to the cliffs!" He sound alittle too excitedly for someone going to explore some cliffs. It took Azreal quite awhile to travel form the valley to the first cliff that was closes to him.

Climbing up the cliffs were going to be a challenge. Azreal wasn't use to climbing cliffs, heck he never even climbed one before. But there is a first time for everything. Azreal did a play bow and stretched out his back, then he reversed it to stretch out his lower back and legs. Prepared to climb, Azreal took his first step but then removed his paw. He was nervous and worried what could happen to him up there. Anything could happen and he didn't like that uncertainty. But what kind of adventure didn't have atleast a bit of uncertainty? So with that Azreal proceeded to climb the cliffs, a few moments of climbing and walking he decided to take a break and see how far hes climbed. Looking around for the perfect place to look over the cliffs he found someone, or rather something standing at the edge of some cliffs. From Azreal's point of view it looked like two things. This fellow was enjoying his view or he was planning something Azreal didn't dare even think about further.

"Hello there!" Azreal barked out to the unknown canine at the cliffs.