Stone Circle Do it for your pride - do it for them

@Grayday and anyone else that wants to meet Calloonytoony. set around a day after this joining thread.

When he had crossed the border the other day, he almost couldn't believe that he had joined Easthollow. It seemed the Wise Ones had really wanted him to join them, and he had done so without much hesitation. The only thing that felt... off, was the absence of his witchy friend. She was old, weak to the cold and probably not in the best shape. He worried over her - but he had to lose a toe or something if he wanted to go back. He couldn't - never again would he alter his fate in such a way. Sure, it had saved him once, but this time it was for selfish reasons. She was his friend, and would forever stay it till the day he perished. Perhaps their paths would cross again in Spring, if she took the strong male's offer. Calloon hoped she would... He knew no one here. He was faceless - voiceless. No one knows - home not, not home.

He wandered into the forest - the cold having reached his bones and it made him numb and tingly all over. Perhaps he were to freeze to death here... What a terrible way out. Then again, he would've died in the dungeons were it not for the winter and his quick-thinking. He soon found himself lost and had to follow his own pawprints to get out - not knowing that he was going in circles.

After a good hour did he give up - letting his body fall in the floofy snow with a "puff". He wondered if anyone here would help him get to a den - a cave or something. That reminded him again of the witch - all alone in her own cave, far away from him. Strangely enough, he was homesick - but the Wise Ones wanted him to be. He could feel it - he could see it in the patterns the snowflakes made as they gently dropped to the ground to meet their brethren. This is my fate and I'm not going to lose more of myself. I'm already so empty - or so full, in a way, with unshared thoughts and ideas, so full...