Herbalists' Cache There is a house built out of stone

Bronco paused as he came to the borders where his own markings were still fresh. Those would fade and be covered in time, he thought…But it had been nice, for a time, to think he’d had both a family and a home. 

He traded that in, now, for solitude. He decided he would rove North, rather than trying to make a pass through the mountains when the snow was still melting. He’d reach the ocean in a matter of days, and could journey south along the shores, inland once he was past the mountain range. 

Tracking his way back to a place he’d once known as home before.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sun was warm on his back; it was the only thing that cheered him up a bit at all. Otherwise, as he continued to prank away from the Emberwood, he travelled with his ears relaxed, and head slung low.