He had gone back to his homeland. It was a quicker journey than he expected. He never really took into account that he had made many stops and explored a bit more when he first left home and found Moladion. He made a straight shot there. Spent time with the wolves that now lived in his mother pack, telling them the stories of his life and the lives of wolves in Moladion. Many were fascinated. craved to come and explore the world. He told them stories of Heyel and Isola, of the falling star. The falling star had meant so much, some found it to be an omen and never wished to travel in the direction Yojimbo came from, while others wanted to see this mysterious place. Regardless, it was an odd experience going back to his birth pack. Many he had known were dead. The stories he told were to their children, grand children, and great grand children. Luckily, there were those his age that he remembered. It was a lovely experience, and he had done his duty and expanded the minds of the pack and gave to their culture. It is their way, to travel far and wide and return to share knowledge. Only a few of the pack are chosen to do so, and now Yojimbo's time there came to an end.

As much as he enjoyed his birth pack, he was ultimately drawn back to Moladion. His children and grandchildren were there. He lasting friendship with the Angels was there. He had helped the wolves escape from the falling star that killed so many, and the stars beckoned him to return on the straightest path back to Moladion. He listened to their call. The aged male of copper and black felt the warmth of the morning sun as he finally came across familiar territory of what is called Moladion.

He intended to go to Diveen, making his way between the thin border of Spirane and Taviora. He saw the tall mountain of Spirane, always wishing to view the world from her heights. As he looked up at the mountain, his old paws went against him. His right paw hit a rock, and his form came tumbling down to the ground. He twisted on the paw, and realized it quickly as he righted himself again. He attempted to put pressure on it, his aged blue eyes looking down as he felt the pain. He...knew he could not continue far. He must seek shelter. Last he knew, Spirane was friendly to Diveen and Iromar. Although he is of neither, he figured the old adviser to Diveen may at least be welcome to rest until he is well again.

With he sigh, he makes his way upon three paws to the border of Spirane officially. The scents seen different, and he frowned slightly. He knew not if friend or foe lived here. He always knew there was a risk encountering new packs, but he had done well doing so for many years. Age and the pain in his right paw put him slightly more on edge- although no one could really tell. He felt himself relaxed and calm, like a wise elder who knows of fate. Holding his paw in the air, he lifts his head upwards, howling to the leader of the pack or whoever may allow him an audience. He sought to explain his position, but not to burden. He only hoped that their hearts were open to an old man just wanting to see old faces again.