Humdrum / Male / Antlered Grizzly / The Freshwaters / No tags
Humdrum opened his big black eyes. The sunlight was warm on his face, and he brought forth a great rumble from his throat as he opened his jaws and yawned. He was still drowsy, and a grass frond tickled his nose, lulling him back to sleep. The running water trickling over the rocks was so calming, too, and if he could just remember the dream he was having... Humdrum sighed and closed his eyes.
Wait.
Water?
Humdrum sat bolt upright, looking around. There was no one in sight, but neither was his cave. The sun overhead was in a foreign sky, and he was lying by a large freshwater pond in a land that wasn't his own. He smacked his lips in thought, examining the landscape. How he had come to be here, he had no idea, but he thought that sitting around in the sun was perhaps not the best way to find out. He got to his feet, scratching at a rock with a claw and lifting the dust that crumbled off up to his nose. He took a sniff. Slate. Interesting. Looking around, Humdrum saw a large tree in the distance, so noticeable because it was towering above the others. If anything, he'd be able to see more if he climbed it. So he set off in its direction.