Broken Boulder you were born on a dare, but you were born ready

There's still the faintest hint of a border, even after so long and being buried under cat piss and early snowfall, and the scent of it sours his stomach as he crosses the invisible line into his old home. His skin crawls with the aching familiarity of the place, but he tries to keep himself settled. He's still a little surprised @Korei Julia had agreed to accompany him here; the last thing he wants is to upset her, even if he's already feeling nauseous fighting back memories of his last visit.
But as his agitation grows, even this slips his mind. This was a bad idea, He mumbles, more to himself than anything, but beelines for his old den anyway, expecting Korei will follow. He knows the chances that his herb storage has survived the cold are slim, but anxiety balls up and rolls wildly in the pit of his stomach anyway as he draws nearer. If his stash is destroyed or gone, it means he really has almost nothing for the winter. He can't help but dread the discovery — it just feels like more than that, somehow, though he can't pinpoint it now.