PROVE TO ME | JOINING

[GARRETT]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]The longer he had stayed in The Typhoon, the more restless the child had become. Although he knows that he won't be able to find his way back, knows that — he doesn't want to know what he does, but when the pup thinks about it, he feels sick. Nauseous. Being there hadn't helped either. It constantly felt as if the child was in someone's way, barely glanced over in the grand scheme of things. He had been used to a family, where all the attention was for each other, and now he was a distraction. Something about all of it made his stomach turn, and so with a quiet farewell and a parting gift, Garrett had headed back off into the world. What had started out as a journey homewards had not ended like that. The area he's in now is unfamiliar. Again. His thoughts wander to the night he left home, the looks on his parents' faces. Troubled. Scared. He knows it by heart now, can feel it in his gut.

He had learned what borders meant in The Typhoon, and at least now he knows to respect them. The fluffy canine sits down with greyish-green eyes turned over his shoulder, back the way he came. When the strap of his bag begins to cut into his shoulder, he stops and looks forward again with a slow, heavy breath. Whatever was behind him still mattered, but for now he needed to keep looking forward. "Hello?"