Jack smith was walking away from town now, thinking only… “Another bust.” This was the 30th or so town now, he’d really given up counting after 17 that he had checked out looking for his friends. He had yet to find any of them.
He knew that since they had been scattered around the world, or with luck only this continent, that his chances of finding them this soon, with only having checked a few cities compared to all the ones in the world was low, but it still stung every time.
It was getting close to the full moon as well. So his emotions were running with a little more energy than usual. After all, no matter what wereanimal you are, werewolf or werecat as he was, you’re emotions are affected by the moon; some have more control, some less. He was pretty good at keeping control.
Now he had reached a crossroads. He’d already been to this crossroads before; he had chosen left to get to this city, coming from the city to the right of the crossroads at this time. So this time, to get to the last city, at least in this area, he took left. He didn’t know what would be there, but the last city was boring, the one he had just left was planning an elaborate parade that would go all the way to the next town, the one he was heading towards.
The parade was to celebrate the winner of the race that was going to or already taking place in the next town. Jack didn’t care much for races; however it was better than the last town, and far better than this one that seemed to like showing favor to the next town.
It was getting dark and Jack decided to camp out, he had noticed a campsite up ahead, but it was already taken, besides, he didn’t even have a tent he just stayed back, out of view, and decided to rest up against the trunk of the tree.