[       A large chocolate and white form padded through the darkening forest with a rather miffed look on his face. He wasn't thrilled about his current situation, sopping wet and covered in mud from sliding into a watery ditch. His red feathers were the only part of his body to escape the mud bath.

       Arnoux was thankful for only one thing, he had left his mother's satchel - his most prized possession - hidden in his den. That was the only thing he could be thankful for when he was soaking and covered in mud. It wasn't like he had spent his entire life in a freaking jungle and it showed with his unfamiliarity with the terrain.

       But then the lightning-eyed bastard caught sight of a tiny form with rather dull colors. She didn't smell too much like the pack but neither did he - well, not at this moment. She was heading towards the tunnel that led to the lands outside of the pack lands. He didn't know too much about the pack he now called home but he knew one thing, leaving wasn't advised.

       Mademoiselle? You know you aren't too leave pack lands, the red-feathered Aviari-dire called as his long strides brought her close to the female. While she didn't smell like the pack, she carried a natural scent that the Sparrow didn't recognize but instinctually knew that it meant something.