Barrow Fields love 'em and leave 'em

Regardless of how he proports himself before the creatures on the island, Dingo doesn't stay long. He can eventually be spotted heading east from the coast and crossing the seemingly endless, equally-as-frigid-as-everything-else fields. Maybe this wasn't the best time of the year to go traipsing in the wilderness? But the young man thought about that, considered his options, and something about his previous experiences caused a sour look to cross over his features.

He'd left someone behind. Not that it mattered — Dingo was known for doing that, and it had been time. Nobody could hold him down for long! And he was proud of that. A free spirit, going wherever the (too cold) wind took him! An adventurer, a rogue, a — Lonely piece of shit. He grumbled at himself, completing the line of thinking verbally. The sour expression wore off soon enough, but the feeling remained.