Silent paws hit the ground running as it sprinted from the Caves. Not that it was trying to get away from the male it met there, more like it was just wanting to stretch, run, and find something to sink its teeth down into. The beast was slightly getting clarity back. Every once in awhile it would come out of it’s crazed haze and look around for a way to off itself. It hated being a monster when it was sane. Even if it was for a brief period of time. Honestly the creature was running from itself, the memories that it had made, and worse, the pain that it had created for itself. As it ran its body ached for a rest, it had been running for a while at this point and night was beginning to fall. It wondered if this time it could actually kill itself. Its body moved and continued running, his mind searching for the best way to do it. It wanted to end the fact that it had been shaped into a murderer. For the most part it didn’t bother it, it liked to feel blood dripping over it’s black and white body. Finally, after running for days, Costin collapsed in the tundra wasteland. its body aching from running for this long. Not used to being so active unless it was chasing down a kill. It’s body hit the ground and it didn’t even try to get up. Gently it allowed the heavy eyes to close, but it didn’t sleep. It just laid there and waited to see what would happen to it.