Often he wondered if there had ever been a word for a wolf like him - not quite a loner but not quite a pack wolf, some strange existence between the two that took him from border to border, den to den. He had become a drifter, in truth, floating between the north and west and then home again. It kept him busy, perhaps too busy, for he had not been there to see Ehiyeh sink once more, her flesh sinking inwards and bones rising like islands within her flesh. But he had tried, though sometimes trying simply was not enough. For whatever reason, he had it set in stone that he return to Glorall for as much of the winter as possible. Aster had taken to Iromar and Arturio had become a king. Change never stopped but there was one thing that never changed, at least...

He hadn't expected her to be the one to find him but he had fast begun to learn that he should not expect anything at all. To live a life totally unexpected...he wondered if it were possible. But if they were good unexpecteds, it shouldn't be a problem. In any case, she had been quiet but his guard had been up since the first snowfall and yet, he gave her the quietness she desired. Instead of responding, he stayed passive and allowed her to slip behind him. Only when she cleared her throat did he turn - after all, he had to be sure she had come to talk. Seasons ago, he had learned that sometimes Ehiyeh merely wanted to be and it was best if he allowed her to exist in her own place. Sometimes, it was best just to exist next to her.

Still, he had to keep his eyes on her. They had been tempted to linger on her uncouth fur and bony form; instead, he pushed the thought to the back of his head. It seemed he would be leaving Glorall soon - father had mentioned low prey levels but he had seen a good amount of cariboo towards Diveen.

He glad when she spoke then and gave her a grin that spoke of an underlying guilt, a kind of sheepish thing that seemed unnatural on his lips. "Where I always am, sister: the wrong place or the wrong time." There was jest in his voice, though a far-off sound, but he made his meaning known as his eyes drifted momentarily towards her body. He had missed something again, hadn't he? "I would ask you the same but I am more curious as to where you wish you could go." After all, he would be with her and so, he did not wish for her to be trapped in the confines of Glorall for the winter. He knew memories lived in the snow, did they not?