Stone Circle I hate the beach but I stand in California with my toes in the sand

He did not return to Riverclan; the one he sought now wouldn't be there, he knew, so instead he headed straight for Kvarsheim. Straight to @Faun. Kel anxiously picked over his disheveled coat on the way there, and had sorted himself into something nearly presentable by the time he made it to the border. It mattered, for some reason, that she didn't see him that way. He scrubbed the last of the dirt from his paws as quickly as he could before he sent up a call for her.
However quickly she arrived, it was not quick enough, and Kel took to pacing as he waited. He did not think of the green-eyed woman; he thought of the weather, their herb stores, how the boy in Faun's care might be faring now. Anything else, everything else.