He does not look but but keeps walking forward away from the town that had been his home for the last few years, he did not remember them but he seemed happy being around them. He simply smiles to himself and walks keeping a simple pace.
After several hours he stops and looks around looking for herbs and grasses that he can use to season his food and roots to cook for later. Straying from the rode he continues his search for the next hour forgetting why he was walking still he looks around a bit longer before crouching down in the grasses next to the road and waiting like a frog watching the insects fly by.



