Going along his way, Eight's pace had made a big change from earlier on in the day. His paws slowed now, seemingly on their own as the araw began to wane away into nothing. His pace was at a steady and meandering walk now as he trailed on, stopping once in a while to make sure he had his bearings.
"There's a trick to traveling but having no destination," Eight muttered to himself, his mild souther drawl coming through "see, y'have to make sure ya pick a direction and stick with it..." Traveling alone for long enough with little interaction can take its toll on you without realizing.
The day...
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