Close to Blackfoot Forest
Alone, how it ought to be.
Stuffing down doubts and endless questions, the male goes onward. There is little for him to do but continue. Plans to regroup, or to begin anew, that all has to come naturally—for he could sit in debate for days without coming to a clear answer.
That is why he moves, and continues to let his paws take him away from what once was… into the unknown. His paws are still sore, yet healed. Much rest and proper care in the meadow on the adjacent side of the mountain made it so he could travel with ease.
Of course he always challenges himself. Traveling through a Hollow left him hope of no longer having to climb mountains, but before him stands another. To his left, another. And to his right, another.
Not even the stars in the night skies can keep him company, for it is overcast with the slightest drizzle beginning to fall. An irritated huff escapes the splotched male.
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