Puro

Puro makes his way to the east side of his border, taking his sweet time to get there. He lisend to the sounds of nature, and he took each step carefully, and watching for traps. As he makes his way over, he stops, scenting an unframilar smell. He steps over his borders, loooking back a bit. (Mind: I will only be gone for a little bit) He ventured into the wilderness, searching for the sorce of the smell "Feels a bit odd being outside my territory" He mutters to himself