citrine eyes with less light in them than they used to carry gaze out and down into a swamp with many cypress trees. he watches the place because it is so very not like the place he was born to. Eis. even after all these long years, he thought of it daily and the life he left behind. just as each day he thinks of Blossom forest and the life there. it wasn't long after he left there that he had found this place the first time. but it had been a different time then, and he had left. and after that first departure, he had met Asaliah, the Mother of his only living child. or what he hoped was his still living child- he had not seen either of them since he had, once again, left. it seemed to him that whenever his life might actually take root some place, there was something pointing him in the other direction. it didn't matter the exact cause of his constant departures, only that they happened each and every time.

though since coming back to Moladion this last time, he hasn't returned to the sea side pack. he hasn't really gone anywhere, for he had no reason to. he had no desire to serve another, to bend to their will or even live among his own kind. if he ever saw Elora or Asaliah again, he might be happy, but otherwise he is more than content to stare at the bog. it is so full of earth and thick; with such viscous quality to it that he shudders to think of it clinging to his red stained paws. rio would and does admit to himself that he misses the feel of ice, the feel of snow against his toes. though the winter is soon to be coming up, autumn at it's very last legs, the older male doesn't feel too much excitement. the chill and the snow would be pleasant enough, but is was nothing compared to the true north. Moladion was in a mild place with mild seasons, though one of the particular territories could be close to what was home.

all he had to do was turn his now speckled white though still blatantly russet muzzle to the right and his eyes fell upon that very mountain he thought of. bright golden irises, so very close to the gleaming gem citrine, dashed with emerald highlights focus on the far away peaks, and he is lost in the snow caps there. they are nothing compared to their brethren to the north, but they and his aged and clever mind make do with what is available. rio listens to things around him, just as he sees far away inside his own head, his skull tilted all the while as his sight is set far off in the distance. he wondered where he should be, where he could have been, and where he was even now. he concentrated exceptionally hard and well, but nothing came to him; and yet still he stared.