.Newt Reid Seethe.
A frown peeled across his jaw, he defiantly could hear a dog in the distance, he was tedious anyway, therefore he got to his feet, letting his stiff joints unwind, hearing several clicks as he rolled his large bulky shoulder blades, heading towards the bleak seeming forest, the direction he could hear faint sorrowful calls of a canine, he defiantly predicted some sort of danger, but what did the lad have to lose when he felt no pain apart from those various weak spots? He rested his hands into his pockets, fiddling with the jean texture and let the chains rattle beside his hips.