It was a lovely mid-morning day and the tabby already found a way to mess things up for himself. Breathing in sharply, Res held back a yelp when he felt his front paw slide into a particularly soft area of earth filled with mud. Jumping to the side, he grimaced as he stared at his now mud-coated paw before sending a sharp look at the unsuspecting puddle so rudely camouflaged and placed on his path. Sighing, he closed his eyes and turned his head away as he shook his paw vigorously in attempt to get most of the gooey substance off. Flexing his claws, he felt a shiver run down his spine when the cold semi-fluid seeped between his toes. Bottom lip trembling, Res gritted his teeth, placed his paw back down and continued on his walk. None of this would have happened if he set aside his pride and asked for a tour. Rather, it wasn't a matter of pride. It was more of him not wanting to bother anyone with a dash of him wanting to go exploring by himself. Albeit, exploring with another sounded much more fun to the social male... Even if they were showing him around. Perhaps they would have run into something new and exciting! Nothing beats experiencing something unfamiliar with someone. It would give them something to talk about and bond over. Not that Res needed something like that to jump start his relationships. All his life he has been blessed with social skills so making friends was never a challenge for him- something he's thankful for. You'd think he's put those upstanding socials skills to use when asking for help navigating the territory.
Retracing his steps - he walked in a straight line because he was scared of getting lost - Res kept his eyes focused ahead of him as he approached camp, ignoring the uncomfortably hardening mud that encompassed his right paw. Maybe he should find Knightorbit and ask him? Would that be alright? He did offer to show him around when he joined but part of Res wondered if he was just offering to appear kind and didn't mean it. He's had his fair share of creatures like that and he had zero interest in being fooled again. But it wouldn't hurt to at least try, right? What if he was wrong? A pit formed in his stomach as he contemplated his assumptions about the lion being incorrect. Shaking away his guilt, he decided he would ask him but not push him if he couldn't do it or if he was busy. Was he even in camp? If he wasn't, should he ask someone else or should he wait until he returned? His thoughts whirled around like a hurricane in his mind, holding all his attention. Before he realized, he was in camp and walking gods know where. Stopping, Res would give himself a shake to clear his head and brought a paw up to rub his eyes. Stopping halfway, he glared at the dried mud and brought it back down. When he finds Knightorbit, his first order of business would be to wash his paw. Inhaling slowly, he began his quest to find the male, inquiring to those who he passes and asking if they could send him his way should they run into the larger creature.