wanderin'

Ornery as the day is long, and more stubborn than the average mule, Davey has decided that he's fine, thank you very much. He's more than fine. Better than fine. Better than ever, even. High headed and bright eyed, he's returned to the Raiders homeland and ready to get to know it even better. Exploring and armed to the teeth-- what could go wrong? Surely nothing. Nope, not in the slightest.

Especially when he dances over the border. Over and out, crossing the narrow strait and wandering his way to Silver Island. With a skip in his step and a glimmer in his eye, he takes in the expanse of beach. It seems to form a sort of crescent, curving and facing toward home. Not like he was going to get lost here. Carefully moving down the sand, taking note of the way it grips at his sore foreleg, the boy is keen to explore. Always keen. Always moving. Should he stop to rest? Probably. Would he? Nope. Charging on and enjoying the sights is the only thing on his mind today.

"Davey"