Though wandering had become a persistent activity for the red merle aussie dog, he could only go so far in a the time he did so before needing to stop for a break. He was much further from home than he'd planned, and probably as far north as he'd ever been in Nova Scotia. That was good. Harvey figured he could explore a bit more, little by little, until he was content with his traveling (which would come either to him settling down with a more constant set of friends, or finding himself a purpose that would confine him to a particular area for whatever reason). Until he had something to keep him back, the Brit would journey, though he still considered Halifax best, just like home.
He tripped some, but caught himself before making too much of a tumble.
Alright, tha's enough... He mumbled to himself, his thick cockney accent (though is consisted of more, it was most noticeably from the East End of London) grumbling through his maw. Time t' give meself a lil' break.
The scarred male sat with a lazy thud as he hit the ground under him, resting limply on the ground. Bi-coloured brown and crystal blue eyes looked to the sky for a moment, before they closed, and a sigh escaped the dog.
This is nice... Jus' a rest, all I need. Then I can be on me way back 'ome.
After arriving back in Halifax, Harvey would give himself a break from his exploring. Adventure was excited, but resting his legs and being able to lounge about comfortably in the privacy of one's own sort of abode was just as, if not more appealing.
Thinking about the time it would take to get back wasn't a pleasant one, but if he wanted to return, there was no way around it.
Eh, no worries... Sometimes, sacrifices need t' be made t' be able t' do what ya want.. He thought.
With another heavy huff, the red-blotched luperci propped himself up on his elbows, eyes once again open and peering around, taking in his surrounding (for if he didn't stop to enjoy the scenery, what was the sense in walking about so far). It was quite a lovely sight, as always in this new land.
He'd ran into a young optime female on his way, much to his content. Her being female had nothing to do with it, being being a social sort of individual like Harvey, one could become significantly happier with just even a mere conversation, anything with some kind of company.
Hopefully, there'd be another presence before he got back to the ruined city to rest.
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