Happily unaware of the issue, Zetos would find himself in between larger boulders that provided a shaded tunnel. Like an alley way, he crept through it, little stubby legs carrying him. Within minutes, he joined the pool of abundant rays.

Eyes of flared red squinted in adjustment. Ears rotated and eyes would trace every rough patch of terrain that led placed before him. Observation was clearly done. And at his age, it was impressive. Such efforts were given to maintain a harmonious scenery.