Panzram withdrew from his scowling façade and placed a more lazy expression on his face as his hooves dragged through the snow-laden soil. His steps were relaxed, hardly hurried. He didn’t exactly have anywhere to be, he kind of wished he did though. A herd wouldn’t be too bad, after all, his ‘old self’ preferred the life with others. Enjoyed it actually, but how could he find it pleasuring now? That way of living had been destroyed, taken away along with everyone he ever once knew. It wouldn’t feel right to just take up space in another’s home, when his old friends and loved ones weren’t around to do so as well. Would it? They weren’t actually ‘his’ friends, they were the old Panzram’s. That didn’t make it okay, but it does give the now Panzram permission to attempt herd life.

The mountains stretched tall, looming over him with their boulders perched precariously on crumbling edges (by the light of a barley peering moon did Panzram notice this). Yet they didn't fall. His golden hooves stilled, ceasing movement and his eyes trailed up the silvery stone walls. The gnarled outcroppings reached out like gruesome fingers, aching to grab on to some mysterious item. Vaguely, Panzram wondered what exactly they could be reaching for. Him, maybe? Or the sky? Were the mountains kind or angry, twisted maniacs? Did they wish to wrap their death-carved digits around his throat and squeeze every last breath out of him? Or were they dreamily reaching for the clouds, craving to be taller, higher, higher than any other?

With a sigh, Panzram rolled his eyes at his self. Or was he crazy, mentally insane and just a little bit off his rocker so that he was giving inanimate, unfeeling objects human emotions? It was a reasonable assumption for his sudden weirdness, perhaps when most of his memory had been taken something had been dislodged or a few wires got crossed. With a shake of his head, he began to press on again, snowflakes sprinkling across his back. No, nothing is wrong with him mentally other than the memory thing. It’s most probably the sudden feeling of lineless that clung to his already heavy, tired body. The thoughts of not being in a heard was just an impossible thing, besides Panzram already felt lonely enough as is. "Alright, that settles it then."