He had been quiet. Too quiet for far too long.

The large, white beast strode alongside the border with a long-legged, strangely graceful trot. One red eye trained intensely on the inside, full of curiosity.  Occasionally, he'd pause to lift his nose to the air, attempting to catch any fresh scents. This was a pack he'd met and a pack he'd liked. He wondered if he'd be remembered by that old badger face.

Nurarihyon's jaws split wide in a yawn, his gait slowed down as he eventually dropped to a casual sit under a tree by the border. He was exhausted from his travels, but he didnt dare to nap on his visit. After all, it'd be rather rude, wouldn't it? A smile spread across his jaw as he began to groom his two-toed forepaws, careful to remove any debris from between his toes.

The last thing he needed was any sort of injury..Though with a wince, he realized he was a bit late on that. Shaking his left forepaw with annoyance, he'd peer a bit closer, noticing the swelling between his toes.

Well, shit.

Nura grunted, sighing heavily. He knew his feet hurt from traveling, but he really didnt need an actual injury. It would only slow him down from his mission, after all. Gazing over the border again, he'd narrow his one eye; surely they'd have some kind of medicine, right? Something to heal the wound faster and get him moving again?

Though he doubted they'd offer much hospitality, especially if the badger-faced leader didnt remember him; or, would they? Nurarihyon leaned against the tree, keeping a light weight on his left paw, he'd wait. He would make no noise, only wait. He had nothing but time now.

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