High Places

He didn't know where he was, but wasn't that simply wonderful? The sad fact is, one could travel and know where they went... but Blight could only count a few times where he truly didn't know the location he found himself in! Haphazardly avoiding most wolves as he more or less stumbled through life, the names of Boreas and Auster was lost on him. He roamed without a care in the world. He stopped only to eat and drink. He didn't really do the whole socializing thing, but when he saw someone alone... Well. He tried to be nice.

"Hello!" if he was biped he'd be flailing his arms to catch their attention, but he still grinned like a fool. Blight neared the young lady but still was averse to being touched so he stopped a few paces away from her. His neck crinkled to the side, staring openly at her with lazily content eyes "isn't spring nice?" The man began again after allowing some awkward silence in "it's warmer, flowers are beginning to bloom... Everyone is outside now, no huddling in their dens. Ahh..." He trailed off, breathing in the crisp but tepid air. Jerking his head up and around, he followed the trail of a robin before dropping.

Clearly, he didn't seem to care if she was anti-social or not. If the lady wanted to be left alone, he wouldn't follow her. That was creepy! That was untoward! That... could be argued he was like that, save for untoward, but he had enough awareness to leave people alone.