Bitterroot Valley it's brave and unbreakable

hope i can take this! <3

Outskirts would have made him think of home. However his deeper investigation led to nothing to hold such a belief. There were no willows for him to grab the branches of as if he had discovered a maypole.

The soil was dry and even with game trails the valley seemed more like a path than somewhere to settle.

In his miserable shuffle through the earth, he spotted a beacon of a man. Oleander would have thought him to be stone carved if not for the rusted mane. For this to be the first face he has seen in days (if not weeks) must have been some sort of omen.

He would have ran if he could have. Instead he was rooted to the spot as the dry earth crumbled slightly beneath his tensed weight. Small pebbles and grains of dirt rolled down toward the strange beacon's spot. All Oleander could do was hold his breath.