The older buck had a lot of things on his mind as he followed the familiar river he knew as "home". A day or so down the road, his... mate(?) lay waiting for his return, just as she always did. Why did she? Farther more, why did he keep coming back? There was still much of the swamp to explore, so many water ways untouched by his red hooves. And yet, his heart ached with each step he took, as though it were being pulled back to Rain.Watch slowed to a halt, sighing heavily. His age was clearly visible in the graying-silver in his mane, the lack of luster to his coat. He wanted peace. Was that so much to ask?