Simraija wanders the outskirts of his territory edges while the sun beats down over the landscape of plains with some of the herds grazing near and some birds around and occasional trees around to rest in the shade for as he inhales all the scents around him as he makes his way over to the scub terrains as he sniffs around smelling a unfamiliar scent so he would decide to follow as he then makes it to some dead bushes and scrub under a shady tree seeing you laying/sitting or such under there.
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