He loved everything about the tattered old place! The smoggy air, the grey, overcast skies, the towering buildings that took place of trees that long, long ago may have covered the entire land... It was just like home to Harvey Butler, and he figured that's what made residing there so comfortable.
The aussie dog trotted along, standing tall and healed nicely from his duel with the coyote up north. He'd been a bit sore after the brawl, but with the help of Rio Marino before she left for her pack, within a few days, he felt as good as new.
He was lonely, now, though, which upset him from time to time, so, to amuse himself, he'd started back with his wandering. The house in the Hydrostone District was now under his ownership, so to say, and he was taking good care of it, but with both Itzal and Rio gone, the blotched male spent little time lounging about, and was back to his old habit.
The Brit had already traveled pretty far northward, farther than he'd been before, and met a few pleasant (and some unique) individuals on the way. Despite that fact, though, being able to explore his new home town was a simple joy to Harv. A break from long adventures helped him recuperate, so that he could be able to set off again sometime soon, if he felt the need or want to do so.
Harvey met plenty people in Halifax anyway, so staying in the boundaries of the ruined city wasn't anything holding him too far back from socializing. In fact, he'd met most of his acquaintances visiting or heading toward the urban land, so maybe this time, he'd take it easy, and spend more time near home.
Besides, if he'd ever hoped to have somebody live with him, as Rio had done for him and others, it would be somewhat helpful for him to actually be there to do so. He wasn't threatened by the possibility of it being taken over, but somebody without a place to stay could carelessly miss it if he weren't there to be a guide, inviting and warm as the abode he possessed now.
Letting his mind journey off as he often did, Harvey ended up somewhere in Spring Heights, and because being lost didn't frighten him in the least (as he was certain he could find his way back home), the cockney luperci couldn't help but to find his situation amusing.
Ah, well... He murmured, looking around to find a more specific telling to his location. He found a jungle of a garden and some shattered pots, but that was about it. Guess tha's what 'appens when ya don't pay attention.
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