The Heartwood Light a blunt, grab my gun, slide these old boots on alone.

Massaraq wandered, departing from the borders of Moonglow and allowing new paths to arise with each moment, following nothing in particular. Days ago his attempt at following the herds had gotten himself lost so that day he simply ranged, allowing the world to pass him by as he took it in. Still, it gave him no more answers than it had during the night beneath the moon. But he was coming to peace with it, or if not that at least to terms.

A spot of color, the scent of another, the sound of breathing and heartbeats. He almost turned his steps away but something gave him pause, another breath and glance and he recognized them. "Hello. I...Think we've met before?" He had been younger, he remembered the story, in part, because stories came easier and there were many faces.