Perhaps the idea was a foolish one, inspired by an ancient restlessness; a calling that spoke to a part of him buried deep within, something of nature’s creation. But even knowing this, the man did not stop to reconsider what he was doing as he ventured from Easthollow’s claim. His paws itched to feel various terrains beneath them once more, and his soul longed to reconnect with the world beyond his home. And whilst he knew the cold weather months to be of ill choice when travelling, Kove continued onward until his paws found purchase on the rich soil surrounding the lake—he remembered this place, a distant memory now...
...but a fondness for the sight flooded his heart all the same, gaze lingering on the water before him.
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