The journey had been long, the trail had been rough.
Two weeks after he arrived at his new home, he was settled in, safe, secure. The journey had been long, the trail had been rough, but he had finally found a place that felt like home to him. Perched high on a flat outcropping where the dark timber shuffled down onto a sagebrush slope, he was nestled into a patch of old burned timber that felt like a softened fortress. Surrounded by plants and other growing things, he sat and waited for the mountains to greet the rising moon.