[ P ] Hey, listen!

As he meandered through the forest surrounding the braid, he thought about how he was going to weasel out of this stupid job without pissing off his father. He had to find something else, he couldn't keep risking his neck crossing this stupid ass border anymore... the last time he'd nearly been caught, and then what? Would he be thrown in jail or simply killed? He really didn't have a clue what would happen but he didn't want to find out. Yet here he was, foolishly lingering along the lines that divided Saora and Rionnach once again.

He listed a paw and placed it over the divide as if it were a physical thing. He touched the ground on the 'other side' like it were holy. Declan then lifted his paw and rose a brow before glancing about. It wasn't like pressing the dirt would send the guards running his way, despite it feeling like that.

"Fucking bullshit," he murmured. Why couldn't his father just have his business in Saora? Why did he have to continue serving those across the border? Well, Declan knew why, because he could now overcharge for the danger he was putting his runners in. But the customers didn't care about that, they just cared about getting their next fix.

With a sigh, Declan stepped over the border, his satchel with its package swaying gently at his side.

He wished he were smaller, then perhaps he would not stand out as much though his earthen fur did blend in well with the forest around him. It wasn't until he reached the meadows of the grasslands that he was kind of fucked.