It had been a few days, but he was still shaken. His cheeks streaked with ash, a few cuts on his harms and legs not quite healed up yet. He was curled up in the ditch on one side of the road in a dark, dirt brown blanket, not wanting to be found by the kings men and killed like the rest of his village. He was terrified of any people wandering by, worried his glowing golden eyes would give him away, keeping nearly snow white blonde hair hidden so he was less noticeable. He was a little more lax as fewer and fewer people passed through, those people only being young girls or farmers who wouldn't bother with him.