There is a possibility of this turning into a joining post, although I'm not sure if I should just start a new thread for that or not. *is a little confused* I'll just do it as a normal thread for now, until someone tells me otherwise.
Cozy woodlands closed over his head as he traveled southwest from the lands of Phoenix Valley, heading towards Cour des Miracles, which he hoped would be his last stop on this hiking tour of Nova Scotia for a while. All of the places he had traveled to were wonderful places, but he still felt his heart drifting from one pack to another, unsure of where to finally make berth. He had grown so used to traveling that the idea of settling down was becoming extremely frustrating, and it grew even more so as he realized that his indecisiveness was stemming more from habit than from any real reason not to choose a home. He had never been able to choose... The number of boats and crews he had sailed with outnumbered his ability to keep track of, and he had never really lived in one place for too long before. The closest he had ever come was in Barcelona, with Marisela... If he had not been able to settle down years ago, with the promise of a happy mateship and a city he loved dearly, then how could he expect to be happy here, either?
The old dog felt a trace of wistfulness come into his mood, and he shook his head with a faint chuckle. This was his age talking. He was starting to become sentimental, of all crazy things! Too many miles in too short a time was getting to his head. Starting to hum to keep his annoyingly busy mind at bay, he continued down the path, sniffing the air once in a while to try to catch a scent to ascertain his position. He judged that he was coming close. After a few more minutes of walking, he came to a place where a border scent became strong, and he stopped before it. Yawning mightily, he sat down in a place where the tree roots made a comfortable nook and settled into it to wait. Before he knew it, however, he found himself drifting off to sleep, nestled in a bed of treebark and snow. Having walked to two different packs in a single day, the old dog could have found even the barest rock to be the most comfortable bed in the world.
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