Kyle was looking around the deserted area, riding around on his horse’s back. Xanthos, Kyle’s horse, trotted around at a steady pace with Kyle handling the reins. Kyle was waiting for Stan of Many Moons to meet him at their usual meeting spot, a large dying tree. It was about the only recognizable spot they both knew the location of, since they’ve both seen it about a thousand times. “Hm…” Kyle hummed to himself quietly, waiting on Stan.