Broken Boulder You’ll never be what is in your heart

Welcome to those that are not members of the pack, too, since he’s on the outskirts.

Arrluk was, usually, a sociable creature. He’d often spent his days back home surrounded by various family members, conversing with them and having a good time overall. Yet, since leaving the north behind, he’d found himself to be secluded; the decision to do so was not consciously made, not entirely, but he was aware of it and did little to try and rectify things. He kept away from the innermost reaches of the territory, and was even less interested in venturing towards the heart of it—the outskirts, the areas farthest from the land’s center, kept him well within their grasps. Today was no different, either, as he trekked along the borders, watchful of his surroundings; he did not refresh the borders, nor did he do anything else that might be considered useful, he merely walked.