Jade Fern Grove The loneliest people are the kindest

As Merlin wandered further, his mind began to roam. He thought about his former comrades in the rogue pack and idly wondered, what would they be doing right now. He recalled the warm summer days and the glorious lake district they had walked through one week then. For a moment there a dim memory of colder and darker months resurfaced, causing him stop in his tracks, his brow furrowed, but with a quick shake of his head he refused to delve into it. Past was in the past. Glorious now belonged to him, so did the uncertain future and he had long decided to move on, create new memories, build better life than the drab existence he had before hopping in the vagabond train.

So lost in thoughts he was that he not only noticed the little white shadow that was tracking him, he also walked right past it without so much as turning an ear to acknowledge that the other one was around.