1 Man, 1 Hunter, 1 Nomad.

 I must confess that for a while, I have been pining for what once was. For the past, for the land I once roamed, the freedom of my form...

Though the outward forms that make up my surroundings, environment and consequently what could be called my 'life' have changed dram...

As anticipated, the grey wet that has lingered over the valley and been woven among the trees, passed. With it went the warm it trapped. ...