More time has passed and still there was no one else. Not even his sister's visited, but he assumed that was because of their young. Both Sojourner and Sanibel had swollen bellies the last he saw of them. He even spied Cherish with a full belly. He yearned for company and at this point anyone would do. He was too old to be as protactive as other leaders might be and the winter had taken a toll of his body because he had stupidly crossed the sea. A month has gone by, but he still felt himself recovering.

Curved ears flipped back and forth as he listened to the sounds around him. It was quiet, but there was still little noises like the sound of every step he took and the sound of small creatures scurring away at the sight of him. Long legs climbed the dunes and ran down them, over and over. He did this until he grew tired. It was no use. His body collapsed onto the sand, landing on his side. It was too hot to continue aimlessly scouring the place when no one was even here.

His sides raised and fell with heavy breaths. For a moment, he just laid there with brown eyes watching the clear blue sky. His worst fear might be realized. He might die alone without the chance to become a father.