Heron Lake Plateau running low on words

Being alone had run its course. This was not to say he was looking to become buddy-buddy with everyone or find himself some friends, because how could he ever do such a thing? He just needed somewhere with a few faces to depend upon and to be depended upon. It was an odd concept for him to yearn for, an unfamiliar concept.

Nonetheless he had come here to see if it could be fulfilled.

Not intentionally but it had been the first place he had crossed. And he vaguely remembered being in this area before. The locals hadn't been awful, if he recalled correctly. Maybe that's why he didn't feel so nervous standing near their borders. The setting sun threatened the nighttime soon and casted shadows around him. If he was hidden from sight as he lingered, so was anyone else who might be watching. He did not wish to be greeted aggressively though.

So he'd make his presence known with a short, deep howl.