zenon knew about his little wandering habit. he tried keeping it under control. by now, though, he was realizing that he wasn't as good at keeping to one territory as he thought he was. his paws would start moving and then zenon would space out, his paws then continuing to carry him across the border of the rogues, and before he even knew it he'd wind up somewhere completely different. sometimes it wasn't too far off, sometimes it was. he still remembered his embarrassment after not noticing he'd wandered into a desert, of all places. people always expressed surprise that the sanguine ruins hadn't torn him to shreds, but the guy he'd met up with had been nice, had escorted him back to the rogues.
he guessed that, sometimes, people would actually be nice. he could make new friends with this habit, though he knew his siblings might scream if they knew how far he'd wandered away this time.
a satchel was flung over his shoulder, keeping watch for any helping herbs or something that he could collect and bring back to the rogues. they could always use medicine, especially now that they were healing from their fight with the bears. a small hum falling from the ocelot's lips, he walked without any fear, stopping every so often to study a certain plant.
[ Damian 'Roguewar' Dimera sorry it took a while!! i'm kinda busy rn lmao. ]