My c o l d desire
to hear the boom, boom,
b o o m of your heart

How long had she been gone? Two winters? Her frame is lighter than it had been. Then there were the scars. It still felt tight when she tried to turn her head too far. Caligula was returning, but she was not sure if she would be welcomed. She had left without word, not that her throat was ever capable of producing a sound more than the harsher breathing that was sometimes heard instead of the trickle of laughter. Her reasons were her own. She had left Moladion entirely. She had seen mountain tops covered in snow, she had seen forests thicker than those of Taviora or the Encora Woodlands. She had seen plains filled with prey so thick that it looked as if the ground was moving. She had known Maradona was following her at a distance. She did not mind. After some time, she also had known that Maradona had decided to settle outside of Moladion to create a life without her family. Again, Caligula did not mind.

Perhaps Caligula had inherited more of their father's wandering spirit than anyone had dared guess. There were so many unknowns within her silent head. And yet, there would never be any answers. Caligula had seen the world. Even the pink scars that colored her otherwise black cheek and shoulder would not tell of why she left. But perhaps, it would tell why she had returned to her birth-lands. Though there was little else that would tell anyone else of what she had seen, she knew that Tesseract would know. Perhaps he wouldn't understand, and perhaps he would be angry with her. But he would always know. After all, were they not one half of a whole? Were they not eternally connected by blood, by mind, by heart? Surely he wouldn't have replaced her. Surely he could never love anyone else.

As she enters the treeline in the northern aspect of Glorall she pauses only momentarily to sniff the borders. There was only Tesseract's smell and a bit of Cersei. She smiled at the scent of her rambunctious daughter, though she has not an idea where her child's personality and lust for life came from, she was still interested in how her child had grown. What of Judas? What of Vesper? Praetor? Did any of them inherit their grandfather's petulance for wandering? She crosses the borders without hesitance. Yet the scene she was met with caused her to prance back while her brows furl with curiosity and worry. Two crows fight noisily over what appeared to be an ear. A wolf's ear. It was not the white of her loves, but still. There was the dried scent of blood-Tesseract's blood. Immediately she increased her speed, unconscious of where she was headed but trusting her feet to lead the way. Her gait was not as fluid or as silent as it normally was, a short step from her healing shoulder impaired it slightly. When she reached their den, she crept inside. Yet it was empty. Fear gripped her heart and as she came out, her eyes scanned the foliage around for some sort of sign that her heart, her Sun Prince, her voice, her everything was still alive. When her eyes failed her, she dropped her nose and tried desperately to find a fresh scent trail to follow.