He was slowing down. At least he felt that way. Haziel moved about Glorall, paws now trained to the feel of each dip and what paths he took usually were set now. Straying from them could lead to an accident here and there, but even away from his usual routes over the lands he still could find his way to once special place no matter where it went. The imprint bond was different, special in some ways in that he could always find her. It was almost as if they had a string connecting him to her and he was able to follow the loose strand where ever it would lead to her. Today felt like a good day to do just that…

He perhaps was a little thinner, leaner since she stopped bringing him free meals now and then. He managed to still catch a rabbit or other smaller prey animal when he could, and he did not hold any ill will for her lack of visits. After all the paths could go both ways, he just as easily could have went to her any time as well. It was just he was never sure what to do or say. Perhaps his own fault for being a recluse most his life. He had thought about even stepping down from his place as Eden’s hand, but his own in ability thus far didn’t seem to warrant the attention of their Alpha. Haziel would try to do better, but he was never sure what was on Eden’s mind, what he could do to help the alpha in obtaining his goals. He wouldn’t lie… more than once since Halcyon’s take over of Asteraia Haziel had thought about going there. That land had been the place where he had been most happy, most content in living. The flat lands allowed him to run, do things he never could do anywhere else… but he didn’t leave and the reason was the very wolfess he was slowly making his way towards now.

He knew they didn’t see each other a lot, that maybe he shouldn’t feel attached as he did, but… he did. There was no denying that. He didn’t need to see her face or be close to her to know she was there. He could smell her scent on the salty breeze, cross her scent on a path and be content in knowing she was close, safe and seemingly well. That was enough for him usually, but today it was different, today the large, dark wolf wanted to talk to her. Again he was at a loss for what to say or do, he did little himself than walk the lands, hunt and keep to himself. He started gathering herbs again just to have something to do since Hadrian, their local healer seemed to be gone. It was just a precaution if nothing else, what if Eden, if she got hurt. There were no proven healers he didn’t think, and while he was not the healer for Glorall he had been when he lived in Asteraia. He had many failures the day of the bear attack.. but many sucessful days too when he helped Everlyse bear her pups and keep her from falling off the other side of the brink of death… sometimes he wondered how she was.. what she was doing. Especially with her mate dead and gone. He knew she went back to Spriane but it had been years since he heard anything about her… For a time the old wolf Fenrir and his mate were here, but they too passed on with time.

The past followed him, but he needed to start looking to the future too. Everything was unclear but the past, even the path that he was walking on now. Unable to see as he was, some things still could terrify the middle aged male. Even the girl he now was within speaking distance of. ”Alcmene.” The male called to her in his rumbling tones. ”Do you have some time? He was lost beyond these words, but he knew he wanted to meet with her and hear her speak with him once more. That was a start if nothing else. His blind eyes stared blankly ahead, though his muzzle was still pointed in her general direction, black ears perked listening for her every movement and breath. It was good to be this close to her again, it had been too long since they shared a conversation with just the two of them.