Big Salmon Lake War paint

Did not realize we had made so many posts in this thread already haha.

"Take care," he echoed as Peregrine left to return to his home, his pack, his family. Luke felt himself drain. It was not the fault of his companion that the wind had once again been taken out of his sails, but it had been by the sheer reminder that he had no one to return to, that he was alone, and could be for quite some time yet. Frequently he was finding himself brought down by this. He shook his head and walked off, seeking his next distraction, but it was becoming more and more apparent to him that he could not do this much longer. It bothered him too easily despite his continued hope.