He wasn't sure where he was but he was also positive that didn't matter much. His eyes had never been the best but he had made it this far in life. He had made it this far alone, too. What was one more day or one more year? Nothing. He went where he could get by. A mixture of following the herds and following the water. It had done him good so far so it surely wouldn't fail him now.
He had found himself lost in the morning fog. While it was mildly frustrating he wouldn't admit that. Something felt good about going in this direction so he'd keep walking till he found where he was. With his weaker eyesight and fog, he wasn't sure how long that could take. Perhaps he was simply moving on a whim. There might only be bad out here and his hopes for something good could be just that. Hope.
Vasu sighed softly about ready to turn direction with a new hope. He needed food. Some shelter would be nice too but he wasn't completely worried about it. Yet there he found himself approaching something that had been good. Too good to be true. If he could see it right there was the outline of a shore. A large lake? It didn't smell like the ocean. There were shrouded land masses in the water. Islands? Was he dreaming? If he was he did not want to awaken from the fog of his dreams.