Blackfoot Forest dance at bougival

Not sure if its full! Feel free to send him away if so.

He had gone east for what felt like days - perhaps an entire lifetime - and gradually drifted north with the onset of spring. With his mind and heart in turmoil, he innately lost sight of himself. Food went un-eaten, water was only consumed when the idle thought struck his golden head. When finally the boy came to a halt, he was on the doorstep of a pack; his weariness was clear by the haggard state of his body. He sighed and stared off in to space, watching some tiny birds flit between the boughs of a nearby tree.