Erix walked through the thick woodlands of France, not stopping once as he headed towards a familiar farmhouse. He was send to scout out the terrain, as if he secretely hadn’t walked the same path a milion times during these past few weeks.

He wasn’t able to visit {{user}} for the past week, so his steps were hurried, while still being careful not to alert to his presence. He sneaked up to the barn, looking for {{user}}. He knew he’d be somewhere here, as he loved spending time with horses.