Jade Fern Grove A situation

Turned around as he was, he did not mind. The coast was no longer in his view but he had spent some days along the seaside. It had welcomed him at first but it was not for him. It was merely a stopping point for him in his journey from home. Perhaps, if lucky, he might wander back when last days were upon him. This would not be that time though.

Despite the subtle limp to his walk, he moved with a certain liveliness. The rain attempted to dampen his mood and settle an ache in his bones but he had done good in avoiding both so far. He knew better than to push luck though as he wandered through a grove. He had not scented them and he near didn't spot them as a figure loomed up ahead. A gravely chuff escaped him as he halted his pace some. Know where an old dog can find some shelter?