Bearclaw Valley I was only having fun

Tired. So fucking tired. 

The days of endless fighting had long since passed; yet, the sting of the wounds never seemed to leave him. They'd healed, mostly. Of course, the limp was still present, but it hadn't become too much of a hindrance. 

Exhaustion haunted him more than anything else. Always wary if someone was following him, he didn't take much downtime, and was often too alert to every sound and smell to get a full night of rest. 

He wasn't too sure where he was going anymore. There was no endgoal. But only the invisible path he followed away from the life he escaped, and those he'd left behind in the process.