All travelers tired. Even those driven to go on, pressed and pushed from within or without by forces seen and not did feel the ache of feet and legs, and grew to tire of the dust of the road in their noses and skin. Seeing the far off mountains grow slowly closer was both reward and punishment, and after days on days of never getting any noticeably closer all would surely stir a desire for a pause, or change of pace.
And so the setting sun found Hak'Zhakuu reclining gently under a patch of trees. It was a calm evening, with the sounds of birds returning home and crickets waking as a peaceful backdrop to the gorgeous rosy sunset over the hillside. In the distance a few prey animals were settling in for a nervous night of watching for the resident hunters, but even that only added an aura of naturalism to the scene, the rogue thought. This was a peaceful land, and plentiful. He had not made contact with the locals yet, but he'd seen them roaming in the distance. They seemed a quiet, small bunch, and for some reason they pleased him. He scuffed gently at the ground with one paw, and watched the clouds swirl.
Settling into his spot for the night, he continued to watch others roam about. It was a shame to lose the evening's travel, but he felt so relaxed here, so disconnected from the feelings that drove him. He'd been feeling...angry of late. And things would never work if he reappeared in his home of old in a rage. He had to relax, let the ire fade, retain his cool demeanor. Even if that meant settling inside the borders of a pride's lands.
