Despite his efforts to stay slow, Rocky still found himself inadvertently widening the gap a bit through the long strides that he took through the forest. Like all members of his race Rocky's legs were semi-digitigrade in nature, sacrificing a bit of speed for more stability and load bearing capabilities. While the load bearing bit had little affect on the current situation, the increased stability allowed for a slightly easier time moving through the dense vegetation. The fact that he also happened to be rather large helped as well, as it allowed Rocky to simply trample over most obstacles that happened to be in his path. Be it plants, rocks, or the odd overturned root, everything was crushed or kicked up, leaving a series of broken foliage and wide, claw tipped foot prints in his wake. The Skälen cared little for silence. Quite the contrary in fact- Rocky wanted to be heard by whatever may have lurked about. The reason for this was a simple one: Rocky was an apex predator, the top of the food chain where he was from. Apex predators did [i]not[/i] slink about quietly unless they were hunting.

After a few more steps Rocky turned to look back at Kabiri, and after realizing the rough time she seemed to be having, came to a stop. It seemed like a good time to catch his breath anyway.