Cassiopeia's View it's not as depressing as it sounds

The trio had covered a considerable amount of distance, falling into the company of many peculiar individuals. They all occupied a portion of his mind, keeping him company as he pulled away from his travelling companions that were beginning to doze off. In the forefront of his, that evening was the woman with the pelt woven with starlight; her eyes ignited with the intensity of the setting sun: Liffey. He had thought about her a great deal since their last meeting, savouring the foreign feeling that she had given him. 

His mind regressed into a simpler pace as his paws carried him gingerly through the vegetation. He had very little said in where he went; it was a though his body had been put into autopilot and allowed himself to succumb to this, not giving it much thought. Instead, he kept his eyes on the darkened road ahead. Despite the fact that he was growing increasingly drowsy, he continued, his body bringing him unknowingly closer to the place where he had met Liffey.