How long had he been away? I how had he been walking with no destination in sight, with noting in his mind but the image of the land before him and his prints in the dry grass? He had no memories of the places he had been, of the place he was walking towards. No agenda. No needs. Just the will to walk. Abasi's eyes paced back and forth across the unfamiliar landscape around him. Endless fields of grass, trees here and there, the random shrub...
For no reason in particular, Abasi felt his legs come to a halt. The lion raised his head, his ears flicking. There was a feeling of familiarity. He didn't know why, but something about this place felt... warm. Nostalgic.
Without thinking, the lion turned and began walking in a different direction, lead by the nagging feeling of something familiar.
