Talon was stuck here, in this forest. Somewhat, if not completely lost. The dense foliage were warm and cuddly, he really hated it. Frustration pulsed in his veins at the thought of such warm things touching his fur, how he hated this forest. And showing his frustration, he lashed out at the ferns in front of him. Pulling out the leaves and making a path forward, the sun shone down on his black and white coat. The yellow irises watching for any detail of life, his ears pricked for any other kind of sound.
Bird calling made his stomach rumble, but Talo ignored it momentarily. It was pissing him off that he felt so lost in this place, where in hell was he? Shaking his head, the black and white tom trudged on. Determined to reach some wind blown hills of some kind, that's where he would probably make his home. He had decided a while ago, having surveyed this place from higher up the hills when coming down the "Old Road".
Slashing at more ferns and bushes, frustration peeled off of him in waves. Getting tired of it, Talon spotted a good sized tree and climbed up it. Looking over the dense growth, he spotted a way out. The wind blew through the trees, against his fur it fell good. Shaking his head as to not get side tracked, he jumped back down into the dense growth. Heading off towards the opening, determined to find a good place to live while he was here.