Time continued to ebb and flow, just as it always would- just as it would never stop or cease for anyone. Holo had reached a point in his life he would have never thought possible- there was tranquility in him as the silver phantom made his way through the thick forest. Having stepped foot in Moladion soil once more, the aged wolf made for no other place than the one he would find his Mother in. He knew he did not have long, but whatever time he did have, he would be with her, always. Years and years had gone by and though their family was elsewhere, who knows where, he wanted to be with her regardless. Moth had taught him much in this life, and he knew she still had things to offer, just as he had things to offer her. Stories of his life, thoughts on the world and everything inbetween it. Since losing his back right limb all those years ago, such difficulties that accompanied such an ailment had made his life.. well, better, not to say the very least. Unlike the savaging that had happened to him in the start of his youth, the loss of his limb had shifted something within him to give him an inner sense of calm, an inner sense of peace. And Holo would not change it for anything in the world.

Though there is a very slight sense of a limp in his walk, the male is still really rather fluid and graceful, decently long limbs giving him just enough of a step to keep from faltering. It had taken some time, but, eventually, he had mastered the art of walking once more, just as his Father had. From time to time he wondered about his sire, where he was, how he was doing, and if he was even still alive. His own Mother was nearing that point, and undoubtedly his Father had to as well, if not already passed it. It was a sad thought, but he was not here for such sad things. He was here to find his Mothers warm, kind eyes and loving, welcoming face. He knew she would find him with open arms, and so when he came across the border of Taviora he did not slow down. Instead, he continued onward, heading in the direction he thought he remembered where her den was. It had been years, after all, and if it had been moved in that time he would not know about it. Just incase, he lifted his slender, scarred muzzle to the sky mid step and let loose a song that called for her; more than that, it called for all of them. His entire family, though he may not know them, half siblings and all. Holo might not have had had the time to get to know them in the past, but now, now he did and he would. If they wanted to know him, of course.

With only one way to really tell how they all felt, he would have to find them, and now he had all the time to do so. But first was first, Moth was foremost on his mind simply because of her own limited time. Holo himself was aged, but not quite so as his Mother, and he could not afford to be selfish. Not that he ever was, he was only thinking things through as he was prone to do. For long before his first ever attack from that wolf in the caverns, the boy he had been was bright, curious, and ever the inquisitive one. He had wanted to know it all and see it all, until that day in the dark caverns after which he shut himself away for good. It had taken coming here to find Moth the first time to spurr him on in life, only to ultimately lose his leg in the process. But, truthfully, nothing could have been bettr for the mostly silver male. He was even grateful to the beast that had devoured his flesh, though he would never act upon a thing, he knew he owed the Black Prince his very life. No one else would see it, that way, of course, and that was just fine with him.