The quirky buck stood for some time with his finely chiselled skull lifted  high to grant pumping nostrils better access to the warm breeze as it sailed smoothly by. Large pointed ears quivered attentively, eagerly, perched high above the tousled mane of soft flaxen, though not even the echo of his own voice returned to humour his arrival (the mountain only skirted one side perhaps?).

Not to worry.

Banjo lifted forward off his muscular roo tail and worked his sharp fore-claws through the thick carpet of forest litter; the reek of rich soil lifted quickly into the air about him, marring the confusion of scents that suggested he should not have been alone. So he would need to dig the locals up himself! That was fine. He was hardly deterred having already wandered this far to date - what was another day?

Trees towered above, groaning when occasionally the wind stirred a little stronger between them. He’d not seen their sort before and they were a stark contrast to the majestic, leafy eucalypts so prevalent back home. These had a distinct smell too (well the forest did), mouldy, with queer rugged foliage that neither rustled not rippled playfully above. No flowers dressed their boughs - they were dull, shabby, littered with cones somewhat less imposing than bunya nuts. As he passed through their shifting shadows, Banjo felt loneliness stir through his gut and he remembered with fierce fondness the old bush back home. It had been yonks since he’d known the warming comfort of familiarity. Deeper he ambled, slowly, pausing only once to ruin his peckish appetite nibbling the sour, wiry grass growing here and there.  

But his call had in fact been received! More so, a gal had been striding his way apparently, even as the sunset-red buck resumed wandering himself.

"G’day mate!"

Banjo made no attempt to mask the surprise from his upbeat tone when she appeared through the old grove of trees. He rocked back, sitting upon his brawny tail and grinned broadly for her. “Yep, that was me, haha! Name’s Banj. It’s not much fun drinkin’ with flies, reckon you could keep a new bloke company?” Teeth flashed briefly, charmingly, and long lashes winked quickly across his left eye - it was all good fun, and the quirky creature chuckled cheerfully afterwards.

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Dress | cork hat on head, bandana around top of neck
@Lyanna