Faith was slowing dying. His faith to be precise.

He had once believed in the gracious nature and power that his gods possessed; and since his arrival within Moladion he finds it increasingly more difficult to believe in such things when they are no longer present. At one point in time he really thought that there was some sort of ethereal connection between he and his deity. How foolish it all seemed to be now that he has taken a step back.

The only faith that Nirvana needs or desires is no longer in the supernatural but solely himself. He is his own god.

And with this new perspective he jogs easily into the fields of the land deemed Ruieze and soon catches wind of many wolves gathering just beyond. It was odd enough that he had only met one particular lupine thus far and now even more so that they all seemed to be huddling together for some sort of reason beyond his understanding. He eases up to the group in a brisk walk before slowing to a leisurely step as red occuli fall upon each face that stands out within the crowd. He does not speak to anyone in particular and only cares to overhear conversations already going on to try and pilfer some information.