He was back again within his old haunting grounds, the grotto. Faline had long since been gone and with their soul bond severed he found very little reason to remain a victim to Moladion’s recurring curse. Despite the fact of knowing that she has disappeared, there was still that nagging thought in the back of his mind that drove him back into the world he had been born into.

A heavy sigh is breathed into the air as he makes his way further into the caverns, his breath billowing in a smoky cloud before his face before dissipating. Much like Faline had. She had been nothing more than a taunt for his soul, dangled before his eyes before she vanished into thin air. He realizes now that the pull of the soul bond is no longer there like he thought it would be and the fact that she is truly gone finally dawns upon him.

His hulky figure moves through the more open parts of the grotto until he finds a suitable cove to settle into. There is no light that filters from above to adorn his scarred features, only the pitch black to engulf his snowy hued figure. The caves themselves remind him so much of his birthplace and have always called to him each time he had returned to Moladion. This time he would not run from his fate. If he were destined to be fucked up from the remnants of a ripped soul bond then so be it. He will still survive. With a grumble he settles his head down upon his paws, tired from the journey that has taken him so far from where he once had been. Ilyria held nothing for him any longer and so Moladion is going to be his last stop.