7th of Sun's Height
There seems to be a lot of traffic around Hircine's shrine lately. I've seen at least ten people come up here since I set up camp. A few have questioned what I'm doing out here.. I've told them I'm just a passing through and needed a place to camp.. Not a lie. It's what I've become over the years.. A vagabond.. a drifter.. Nomad.. Whatever you want to call me.. I'll probably never settle anywhere. I'm to the point now that I feel like it's where I belong.. on the road, on the move. There's not a reason I can think of to settle anywhere for any extended period of time.
Took down a deer earlier. It lead me through the valley. Surprisingly, the spiders are gone. I don't know where they went, and I don't care. They're gone, that's what matters. I followed the deer through part of the forest before bringing it down. It'll make a good meal for the boys and myself.
I don't know what I want to do.. Part of me wants to go back to my fore-bearer's home. Part of me wishes to remain here at the shrine.. And yet.. Returning to town.. That wouldn't be entirely too bad.. would it? One one hand, the jagga is good and the people around the tavern are good people. They seem to be at least. So there's that.. The downside.. Gloo is there. And I have no way of knowing when he'll decide to appear. There's always a risk when he's involved.
For the time being, I think it's best I just.. stay out here. If I'm truly needed, I'm sure someone will come looking for me. Though it's also doubtful that anyone will. Not many know me really. It's.. better that way.. though.. Maybe.
While I was at my fore-bearer's home, I did try my hand at sewing the senche hides together. It.. didn't work out too well. Not for a decent blanket anyway. But Razor and Oak seem fond of the twisted fabric it created. So I've given it to them for when we make camp. They don't seem to mind sharing it.