He couldn't have stayed within Spirane for long. The big brute moved through the fields at a slow trot, having no real destination in mind- nowhere to go, and all day to do it. Vincent still felt the tug, the omnipotent pull, that wanted to drag him back to the mountains to be with his soul, but he pushed it as far down as he could. She was there, and safe, and that was what mattered- he knew that he was no good for her anyway. He had left her behind because he couldn't handle the committment of a family, and she was good enough to welcome him back with not accusations, but simply kind words and an embrace. Spirit was too good for him, he knew this.
Vincent huffed, unwilling to let himself travel deeper down that train of thought. Fortunately for him, a howl caught his attention- it told of an aged wolf, a wise wolf, who was calling for those who were of sound constitution. It was exactly what he needed in that moment, purpose. Soon after he heard another song and he let out one of his own, announcing that he, too, was on his way. Changing direction, he swiftly headed towards the male who had originally called, his large paws eating up the ground in front of him, burning eyes focused ahead.
The brute found the two wolves easily enough, pulling up with a glance at the both of them. His ears flicked towards the younger male and he raised an eyebrow at the comment, smirking slightly, but he did not comment any further than a simple amused glance towards the male.
"Name's Vincent." He rumbled, glancing between the pair.
"I'm askin' the same, what'd you have in mind when ya called?"
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THIRTEEN - WANDERER - NO HEART - SPIRIT'S SOUL