Bearclaw Valley they served you venison and morphine

dated for the 10th

He stretched his legs just outside the territory. A neighboring place with stone walls that beckoned him forth in a threatening motion. When he arrived there seemed to be little inviting him in besides stale scents that foretold he'd be safe here where he might not have been weeks ago. It was a ghost town.

Except for one scent. Of course it would be here. He didn't think such out of anger though. It just seemed comical they would keep bumping into each other even when they both left the confines of Easthollow.

He followed it without regret, even when the feeling in his stomach told him to stop. Outlander was a reckless fool though who had stronger feelings than he did brains. So he let out a soft boof this time instead of simply standing around. Sense that hadn't gone too well the last time in the end.