Bitterroot Valley i keep tellin' myself, i keep tellin' myself i'm not the desperate type

@Seabreeze here have the shittiest post ever

He slips away in the early hours of the morning, departure marked by a conflicting mix of emotions; he doesn't want to leave. He just— needs to. A sense of obligation tethers him to the territories nearest Broken Boulder, but he feels guilty nonetheless.
If he felt up to it, he'd hunt or collect herbs or something useful to excuse his absence, but he doesn't. He wanders through the valley aimlessly instead. Already he misses the safety of his den, but the agitation that had driven him past the borders still hasn't abated— to go back now would feel like drowning, he thinks.