Tokala inhaled then pulled on his backpack. He snapped a buckle that went over his still bare chest and cracked his neck. He wasn't supposed to do what he was about to do. Heck he wasn't even assigned as a scavenger. But damn it he felt useless. What was his purpose of he couldn't do his one job. His one job of protecting the leader and he screwed that up. He grabbed some water then rolled his shoulders. He watched the sky turn black and exited his room. His silent steps alerted no one to his leaving.

He walked silently outside and briefly wondered if the tribes he had stolen from were still in existence. He looked up at the stars that he could see so well and took off. If a light were directed at his eyes, instead of glowing orbs like most animals, it would be greeted with the green radiation symbols within the seemingly normal hazel eyes. His tail flicked as he paused at the border. He looked back, then back in front. He was going to bring back supplies. He balled his hands into fists and felt his claws. Why was it so damn hard to leave. He growled lowly with frustration. He wanted to do this damn it. Frustration was clear on his features, every muscle tensed. He had a small window to go scavenge and he was wasting it by standing here. Ears downward as he fought with himself internally.