Ceirc’eth laid still on a large and grassy plain, basking in the sun much like a feline. This place was deserted and he had not met any live creature, aside from a few wolves he had defended himself from. “Foolish, illiterate creatures” he mumbled, idly to himself. He was at Black River, close to Eastmarch and almost to his goal. He wished to settle down around Riften, as his race was not allowed in the city. Though, he would have to find a way inside to sell the common and rare valuables he had picked up on his travels, to earn a little cash. Surely, he would find a way to cover himself and sneak in - he was a thief after all, and he fancied himself a good thief. 
His tail twitched and a chill went up his spine, the weather was turning colder. He longed for the warmth of home, but there was no work to be found there - he had to look elsewhere. Ceirc’eth was getting low on both arrows and potions, and his loyal daggers needed to be sharpened. Sharp stones would only last him so long and he felt they deserved proper care, after all the help they’ve been. He was anxious, about the future and what it would bring – but he was not one to worry too much about the future, right now his stomach was rumbling and he was out of food. Time to go hunting, once again.