Atadiusti was wondering in no particular way. Had no remembered his past before this day. Of course, it wasn't strange for him. He had a single rose that he either had behind his ear, in his mouth, or on his paws. Of course he wasn't exactly sure why he had it, and why he had always wanted to be around roses. They were so beautiful, he was just drawn towards them.
He took in a deep breath and looked about. He wasn't sure what to make of the place. It was pretty. Trees here and there, but not covered all over. Almost perfect. He could see the ocean from where he was, but also, the sun that was about to set. Telling him he was looking west.
