Responsibilities were something that Arizonacircle had never been good with. Keeping up with relations and expectations simply to fit in with those around him was, in his own eyes, a tiresome and needless endeavour. If no one could care for him in his naturally crass and snarky state then why should he be expected to shift himself around to make anyone else feel better about themselves? Regardless of what he thought of the whole thing, however, it did not stop him from eventually getting too settled. Becoming far too comfortable and forgetting himself, forgetting the walls that he had put up and the tough face that he wore to keep others out so that he would not feel any obligation or loyalty to anyone. It was only then that those oh so hated responsibilities, promises and whatnot that he swore to hold true to his heart even though he knew he would never truly be able to keep them, began to worm their way into the woodwork of his life. Once those warning signs of complacency and trust began to form, those small roots growing underneath him to bind him to the region that he resided within, he knew better than to stick around.
Nothing was truly left for him in the Sanctuary anyways, at least not as far as he was concerned nor as far as he could remember. Chica was no longer around (or at least that was what he had believed since he had been too stubborn and impatient to wait around for her return) and Val no longer had the time for him what with his own busy schedule. Outside of those two, who had he really had to care for there? No one. So those roots were severed in a motion that he would say was a painless one though surely his heart would scream otherwise, and he moved on. Perhaps one day he would return there to his home sweet home, once he was in a better place with his mind and himself. But for now, it seemed that the best course of action was a different location with different face. Ones that he hoped he had never seen before and in turn hoped that they had not had any prior encounters with him.
Travelling had always been something that he enjoyed doing, constantly on the move from place to place as a child when his father had still been alive and kicking. So, it was no wonder that Arizonacircle had opted to embark off on a bit of a detour before deciding to actually settle down somewhere. Journeying over unclaimed and uncharted lands had moulded him both physically and mentally, almost as if it had been a healing process for him. Now the scent of his origins were extremely difficult to place, all but washed entirely from his red merle coat after months of wear and tear, traipsing through field and forest for a month or so doing as he had hoped to peel away layer after layer of unwanted memories and emotional baggage. Feeling refreshed, almost as good as an entirely new individual, Ariz could confidently state that he was happy with himself or at least moreso than previously.
Change of scenery seemed to instantly do him a world of good, newfound smile spreading wide across his features into the beginnings of his signature mixture of a grin morphed slightly into a smirk as he neared the distinct borders to foreign land with a variety of brightly coloured snapdragons bursting and blooming delightfully in his wake where his paws touched the earth. The array of colours seemed to have no significant correlation to his mood though a keen eye could at least take note of the fact that the floral path behind him consisted of extremely bright yellow with mixed pale peach and purple. Typical telltale signs of his emotions presented so clearly in the vibrant colour palette of his snapdragon flowers snapping at his heels though he highly doubted that anyone would be able to decipher their code. Not yet, at the very least.
"Yo! Hi, hello!" Bold voice, dripping in honeyed pride and the sparkling gold of seemingly genuine confidence, rings out loud and clear into the early summer air. First impressions were everything, he could acknowledge and respect that even if he personally had never been too good at giving great initial images of himself to others. He was like the living embodiment of marmite to these agrelosian dwelling groups. Either, individuals would absolutely love and adore him or hate his very presence. Yet did he have to identify some kind of a middle ground between those that he had interacted with thus far in his life. So, in a way, it was easy for him to disregard the need for a good impression. He was not here to make people like him, he was here to be himself and try to help out a bit too if the occasion for his aid happened to arise.
Sucking in a slow deep breath, one that is calming to him in an odd way as the expansion of his chest acts to clear his mind, the australian shepherd pressed on, hoping that someone nearby would hear his words and lend a hand. "The name's Arizonacircle. This is Wind Haven, right? I've never been here before so I wouldn't know if I were in the right place. Fuckin' shame if I'm in the wrong place and if that's the case then just point me the right way and I'll be on my way."