Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-30271674-20161121182448/@comment-30271674-20161122000936

Eventually as time passed he seemed to look less teary-eyed but still held a mournful expression on his looks as his posture grew stooped. Suddenly came a break in his trails marked by a shard of sunlight that pierced a small opening within the dense and dank treeline. The cause for this was a fell tree, battered and marked with claws. Their intended target being a heavy creature, its fur matted and torn to reveal muscle and sinew.

Large bugs tore through it at an incredible rate, scavengers that probably ate upon these huge beasts. Its appearance had been so mutilated by both bugs and what came before that it was unidentifiable by look, only that it was some mammal. The scariest part was that just a glance and someone could tell the body was fresh as blood still oozed from its gaping wounds and the cut wood still fresh.

Ieyasu's heart constricted and stilled in sudden fear, it was such a huge beast and for it to be so harshly killed by assumingly another comparable creature... it sent chills down Ieyasu's spine and made him brace and draw from paranoia at even the smallest whisp of dying winds. This scene was like an omen for bad things to come, yet Ieyasu knew within his mind he had to do this... or at least this is what he told himself. He began to reluctantly move after some time, the bugs continuing to eat away at their decrepit feast while Ieyasu began to survey the grounds and make out whose set of prints were whose.

A distinction was quickly made after realizing only one set actually left the premise. The print in question appeared to be the entire foot, instead of paws like most bipedal forest mammals, The main area was very long, the dexterties equally so. Although there was a big split at the lower end that showed a larger toe sticking out like a thumb. Ieyasu didn't recognize it at all and out of the building fearfulness of these woods he kept watch like a griffin as he continued to traverse on his journey. His current melancholy now taking less precedence than the matter at hand.