It as strange to think that he, of all ponies, might be growing tired of traveling. The constant on the go wasn't for his own safety, as Pauk had come to find he had very few natural enemies left, but rather it was just an inner desire to stay on the move. There was a sense of wanderlust inside the hybrid that never seemed to dampen no matter how many years passed but, honestly, he was growing weary. The thought of settling down and planting roots would have once seemed so strange but now, in his older years, it didn't seem all that ridiculous.
Today found him resting on a bench, watching ponies as they passed by. He would be passing through too, probably, once this weird need to become a tree passed.
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