It had been far too long since he had stepped paw here, tired of all the back and forths of pack life he had chosen to become a wanderer. As time passed little Novel grew up and left the wanderer's life, meeting a nice young boy and moving on so easily as children often tend to do. Mortz himself had aged but more like a fine wine his whiskers and around his mouth had gone grey, the tips of his ears and tail to had become speckled, but his large size and mountains of muscle still remained. The wizened older male listened to what the wind told him now and that wind told him of a large gathering of wolves to the mountains, unafraid of a random coupling of the soul thanks to the soft patter at the back of his mind like a tiny beacon that told him Vega was still here just not close, their bond a weird one the now Queen of Diveen had her own life to live Novel was right he had to move past the whole scenario and find the rest of his heart not try frantically for his soul.

So he decided that he would follow this large group of wolves and see what it was all about, he is familiar with large gatherings from stories his parents had told him as a pup but also his own experiences, which had not been that great. Secretly he hated being alone but with each year that past the loneliness built up and built up until he could handle it no more, but this…. this was just down right stupid… throwing himself back into the fray with such abilities to draw in vast numbers of wolves to one place was simply silly. What if he wasn't able to do it? What if the memories came back? Would she be there looking for more? Could he even take her back? His heart said yes but on the other paw it was still too bruised to even go to Glorall. He even skirted the ocean pack for fear she may be there, orange eyes blink back the memories that threatened to come back to life.

It is a duo toned call that makes his head snap around and look up to the mountains of Spirane, he had never really been to the mountains but had always known them to be a friendly bunch, without hesitation his monstrosity of body lumber forwards towards its infectious tunes that reverberated around the countryside. Mortz finds the large gathering of wolves dancing and laughing making him hesitate a bit before he moved over to the side lines, he watches two gray wolves dance together and smiles feeling himself relax, one leaves the other to greet another and Mortz finds his paws taking him to the grey females side as his older bones allow he hops awkwardly next to her, his paws are not used to this action even as a fighter he finds these moves hard and almost embarrassed but her exuberance seems to have trapped him and a concentrated smile graces his lips ”sorry for my sloppy paws, my first time dancing it seems.”