The midmorning rays struggled to filter through the thick canopy above. It was just late enough that the birds had ceased their morning chorus, and aside from the occasional animal call and buzzing cicada the forest was silent. Ferns on the ground rustled as a dusty fenling pushed his way through them. He wore a grim line on his face and a wide-brimmed hat which would have surely fallen in his face if he hadn't had such large ears to balance it. His fur appeared to be a dull matte color, but whenever a spot of sun managed to land on him it seemed to glow with a hidden sparkle.
The underbrush here was some of the thickest in the area. It was difficult enough for him to get through, and it would be even harder for any larger creatures. That was why he had chosen this place. Rookie suppressed a hiss as a thorn snagged on his tail, ignoring the slight pain as he tugged himself loose. His mind was more occupied with the frustration caused by the past several weeks.