A picture to be seen, his unkempt appearance told the story of his time spent hidden away. Wild brambles and twigs clung to the ratty knots of his mane, tightening their grip with every footfall. Relying heavily upon his telepathy for sight, he moved with an unexpected grace, his mind reaching out to that belonging to the other fores dwellers. Squirrels and raccoons and birds all aided in his sight as milky eyes stared unblinking ahead.
Pushing through thick branches and low reaching underbrush, he felt the sun's sudden. Intensity upon the shine of his charcoal pelt. Insantaniously, the scent of others of his kind flooded his senses and he imagined the new characters he would encounter.
He could not explain his sudden urge to depart from his life of solitude. The pull had been primal and unexpected, paired with an implacable unrest within the minds of the surrounding creatures. Though they did not share the same language, fear translated easily in the broken speeches of their mind.
Head extended upward, he towered above the lowest hanging branch. Sending forth the only sight he had been blessed with, he felt the hum of a nearby conciousness. A tickling, almost. Edging nearer to it, his white stockings upon his legs pulled him forward.