After three weeks' of travel, Kope finally made it to the borderlands of his homeland. He'd gotten lost for a few days just south of here, where the seemingly endless scrubland had made it difficult for him to determine exactly which direction he was traveling in, but he'd come across a familiar outcropping yesterday and had more confidently moved in this direction. Now, he stared out at the beginnings of the desert: rocky dirt gave way to sloping sand, dunes that stretched out as far as the eye could see. In the far, far distance, more massive outcroppings of rock jutted out of the landscape, but they were several good days' journey yet.
Shaking out his white mane, the male idly began to pad in a general north-east direction, ears flattening a little. He made instinctively towards an oasis he knew of: it would be pointless to travel these lands without finding water, and it was also his best bet of finding preybeasts to last him through his stay here. As much as that, it was also his best bet of finding anyone to talk to, and he was eager to know what had happened to his pride in the past dozen or so moons.
