( HANGOVER HEART : VISITING? JOINING? )

[WANDERER]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Snowbound is certainly one of the extremes in this universe, even if the world itself was already filled with those extremes. One would think that Val could have adjusted quickly, with how adaptable he seemed now. Instead, he felt like dying the moment he had stepped outside — the sun had set him on fire. Blinded him. He had lived with artificial, filtered light for so damn long that he wasn't sure what to do with something natural and scorching. It'd taken time for him to adjust to dirt on his body and mud between his paws. The water tasted bitter and the food tasted gross, but it was life. This was life. And now his life was Snowbound's biting winter, at least for the moment. He's glad that someone showed up quickly, even if they're not what he expected. The canine is understandably wary when he glances over the scars, standing up a little straighter and leaning away. She's not intimidating, necessarily, but he's learned to be careful. For all he knows, everyone in the world could be out to kill him.

"'M'not sure I've got business," he answers, with an almost nervous edge to his voice. Though he's aware of the groups around here, they're not — well, anything to him. Val's a wanderer at heart, that's all. He'll never be anything different. At least that's what he's got to tell himself now. Nothing else fits. "Just need somewhere to stay. This that kinda place, or should I keep walking?"