The road into the mountains and up toward the highest peaks was long and said to be dangerous, but Sephiroth brought no hat, no coat, nor walking stick with him. He thought little of such things. His only thought was to find the wolf up in the mountain.
No, not his only thought, for he knew that he was not supposed to leave the lab, and so others might come after him, to find him and bring him back. But he was swift and sure, and the further he traveled into the wilds, the more he was sure that he was safe, that they would not find him. Perhaps they had not even thought to look in the wilds, for he had not told anyone where he was going, or of his thoughts about the wolf.
He should be safe, that is, if the wolf was not a danger to him. He was not journeying all the way up into these mountains with the intent of hurting the wolf, but he could not be sure what the wolf's intentions would be toward him.
At night, he slept on the ground, under the stars. He felt the cool wind brush against him. He was resistant to the cold, and he needed little sleep. He had excellent night vision, like a cat (or like a wolf), so he traveled through much of the night, too. He had never been out so far into the world, never by himself, and he had never see nature before: the animals, the plants, the clouds in the sky: all of it was interesting and worth observing. But at last, even Sephiroth began to tire, and he grew hungry and thirsty, for he had traveled very far, with little thought for himself.
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No, not his only thought, for he knew that he was not supposed to leave the lab, and so others might come after him, to find him and bring him back. But he was swift and sure, and the further he traveled into the wilds, the more he was sure that he was safe, that they would not find him. Perhaps they had not even thought to look in the wilds, for he had not told anyone where he was going, or of his thoughts about the wolf.
He should be safe, that is, if the wolf was not a danger to him. He was not journeying all the way up into these mountains with the intent of hurting the wolf, but he could not be sure what the wolf's intentions would be toward him.
At night, he slept on the ground, under the stars. He felt the cool wind brush against him. He was resistant to the cold, and he needed little sleep. He had excellent night vision, like a cat (or like a wolf), so he traveled through much of the night, too. He had never been out so far into the world, never by himself, and he had never see nature before: the animals, the plants, the clouds in the sky: all of it was interesting and worth observing. But at last, even Sephiroth began to tire, and he grew hungry and thirsty, for he had traveled very far, with little thought for himself.