Winter rattled his bones and dug her fingers deep into his thin flesh; he could feel the chill with each step, his paws unused the strange lands beyond Taviora's shadows. His breath curled in the air, short streams of mist that vanished in the white air around him - remnants of Iromar, he thought, small ghosts of his family they hadn't the strength to berate him any longer. He wondered if he was the only one left. He wondered even moreso that, if he were, was he the one that truly deserved to be? He felt something in his very soul recoil, a sense of dread that sat like a snake in his stomach. Whoever the shadow of a wolf he had met moons ago had been, she had forgotten about him even when his dreams seemed haunted by those crimson marks. Yet, had it been her that haunted him? Or had it been Nakki, the wolf Grimoire? Whoever it was, he could not escape him.

He moved slowly, leisurely, a wolf without true direction as he roamed through forest and field. The wind tangled his fur, finally white and proper after so long stained and littered with leaves and yet, he seldom ever looked truly alive. Even with his health, he rose up tall and thin, his fur inconsistent with tufts and blowouts all over. At least, for once, he had somebody's face in his mind that did not make his body twist and contort with anxiety. Part of him desired to see her once more - Grimoire - and yet, he was just as afraid of what she might do to him. He was but a child at times, lost in a wave of emotions that he could neither name or make sense of. Lovesick, perhaps, for an idea, a past that had never existed.

Yet, something else had caught his attention as he strode the bank's towards Iromar. An uninhabited place was suddenly inhabited, a child upon a rock, stone faced and awry as she stared into the water below. It made him take pause, his eyes narrowed as he watched her momentarily and sniffed at the air; he saw something in her, a part of himself mirrored in the dreariness that seemed to surround her. Somebody else, he thought with a slow step forward, just as lost as I. Yet, who was he to think he could direct them?

Nonetheless, he had strode forward, slow and passive as he came to stand in the shadow of the stone she lay upon. He had done his best to announce his presence, crunching through the grass and across stone and yet, he hadn't it in himself to bark nor cry out. Instead, he remained in silence for a moment before he too gazed into the water with a low huff. He could see himself and yet, his face was not his own. It curved and dipped with the same contours as his mother and father, beautiful and strange, foreign and misplaced among others. Yet, hers seemed vibrant in comparison.

"Are you...looking for something...in the water?" He breathed, his voice quiet and tired from its misuse, as he looked back up to her, his head now tilted ever so slightly in curiosity.