The agouti Vuesain wasn't sure why his paws led him back to the Lore. Perhaps it was the guilt that threatened to rip apart his soul or the loneliness that was destroying him though he refused to let anyone into his life. He was a nomad at heart. He didn't need anyone to help him or save him. He was self-sufficient never depending on anyone for his own survival, he kept that securely in his own paws. Granted, he was a master thief, easily stealing food from packs he passed by, even earning himself a few scars after some close calls. Still, his paws led him back to his birthplace, though the Vuesain never seemed to find it home.
With the dense tree cover overhead, the Vuesain man trekked further through the Lore, not sure what his next move was going to be.