He had slept a few days at the weeping woods, not wishing to travel much longer, atleast until he was back to his full spirits. He would take a stroll, his boredom increasing and he felt like a ticking time bomb. He would relax his muscles and clear his mind, strong legs taking him towards Buffalo knolls. His crown would remain held high, cautious to see any others around. His curls would bounce freely against his frame, the breeze playing gently against him. He would soon catch sight of another woman, and he wouldn't hesitate to go and greet her. The boy looks far older then what he really is, though he was almost fully matured. "Do you like the peace and quiet then? I assume thats why your alone." He would say no more then, observing her features, hoping she doesnt mind having company. He loved to be alone, but it was nice to be in the company of another now and again, especially someone new.