They had fled this realm together in search for something more fulfilling, for a life of adventure and adversity, but Myra could not last long. Her heart and mind yearned to return to the safety of her birthplace and Scourge could not fault her for such; the unrelenting wilds were not for all those who dared to control them. While he wished so desperately to remain amongst the deadly mountainside he had claimed as his sanctuary, his aching soul would not allow him to remain alone for very long once she had left.

With reluctance he too turned from the unclaimed lands away from Moladion to be rid of the distance that staked itself between himself and his soul bond. It had seemed like his travels took far too long and that is likely because of his forgetfulness of how far they had actually come in the first place. By the time he finally picked up her familiar scent, he was well within Moladion and tracking it into the night with aching paws. He was still young, two years to be exact, and not entirely accustomed to moving over so much ground in one go. But he sucked it up and trudged onward, his pace slowing with each passing mile as his nose ducked down to keep on track every now and then.

He loved the land that they had ventured into and there was a resentment that still hung within him for her leaving, but it could not stay forever. He knows that as soon as he looks into those pale gray eyes that the negative emotions will flee like demons from holy water. The way that Myra makes him feel is otherworldly and it scares the ever living hell out of him – but he cannot imagine himself completely without her. Even if she does not care to have him by her side all of the time, at least he will know where she is and that she is kept safe.

Twilight is soon turning to dawn as the palest of warm hues begin to light up behind the snow blanketed mountains. He knows that she is somewhere within the bowels of that giant rock and he will get to her anyway that he must. Black and gray paws propel him with a newfound resilience up the sloping foothills and toward the territory of the Spirane wolves. His heart is pounding within his chest as that familiar pulling sensation overwhelms his entire being. Yes, she is there. He pauses upon the border as he approaches it, a soft whine breaking loose for a moment as decisions torment his brain. He paces back and forth upon the territory, his paws dangerously close to crossing the line without regret, but he lifts his head to howl into the breaking daylight instead.

Instinct demands that he does not cross and it is the only thing that keeps him from doing so.