It was still strange to think about family or the idea of home. It was simply a foreign concept now, some far away thing that he could remember but no longer feel so well. It is why he leaves Taviora before seeking out his sister or brothers, too uncomfortable with facing the concepts for much longer. And so the vagrant in his blood stirs and his paws move with a mind of their own as the snow begins to blow through the air. He thinks for a moment that perhaps home is too simple a word to encompass the whole feeling: is everywhere not his home already for he feels at ease no matter where his paws rest? It is all very strange, perhaps the strangest thing he has encountered for some time.

But the wilds are not strange to him; he moves with an ease that he should not have, his paws adept as he moves along the edge of the shore. The sun is high, markably warmer than the day prior, yet there is still a dusting of snow atop the reeds and tall grass, the slightest hint of frost melting with each step he takes. His steps seems to move in sync with the river, swaying here and there as his tongue lolls and tail waves. He is the poster child of carefree in such moments, his eyes fluttering between each and every facet of the world around him. There is little he does not see though he hears nothing.

The world around him is silent though; no rabbits rustling in the shrubs, no elk nor deer grazing through the snow. There is nothing but the ominous silence as the horizon begins to swell with dark clouds the closer he moves towards Iromar. He only pauses then when a gust brings a flurry towards him, snowflakes landing atop his nose and brows as he blinks them away. Is it the storm that silences the world around or a predator perhaps? Whatever it is, he is but oblivious, a carefree man in a world less than caring.