Gilded Bay i forgot my passport

making his own home from scratch? ha! that would be a disaster. but settling into a pack didn’t sound all too bad. a nomadic life was a lonely road. he didn’t even choose this, it was thrown at him unexpectedly. this was no way he’d like to carry on. surrounding himself with new faces could fill that empty void.

but then there was his family, the whole reason why he was wandering in the first place. they were out there somewhere and he would find them. false hopes perhaps but still something he wished to archive. being confined to one place would affect his chances.

hogo gazed out on the lapping waves. there were two choices: return to the social life he knew or sacrifice it for a dream. “settling down would be nice.” his voice was barely audible. he turned his attention back to ford. “you said you had a claim nearby?”