Change, change, leadership change, disappearance, lack of change. It all happened and he had no way to stop it, start it nor resist it. Grimoire had gone, she had gone, she had tried and then she had disappeared into the shadows like Nakki; Aster had come, Halcyon had come, normalcy had arrived and then something had taken that away in the shadows too. Then others had come, they had wanted and they had left. Now, he wondered, just who had stayed. But often, he felt it was not his question to ask. Where else could he go? Whoever ruled would rule no matter where he was and so, he had tied himself to the land if only because it had given him a sense of something other than drifting.

He hadn't it in him to address Aster and her family before they left; he had never been close, after all, too nervous about their shared blood to ever utter a word. When Tesseract had come, he had shrunk away more, unsure as to whether his amicability had been earnest or not. He remembered, still, just what the old man had done to those that shared his blood, after all. Wraith had always been cursed with a memory vast and even then, as he ventured the early morning paths, he had not been able to escape the ghosts that crept through grass and snow alike.

As the sun rose, the snow continued to fall; it fell in light blankets, fluffy and pure as he marched through. For once, he almost appeared in health, his winter fur enough to fill his physique out and return him to a shade of white; still, beneath it, one might had been able to chance the sight of a feather or bur that had become a part of his tangle of fur, a hallmark of his father's blood. It was Paldor and Ruvindra that drove him towards the plains' open space that day, the snow illuminated in a halo of gold as the sun kissed the land.

And he stopped then, right in the middle of the land, with a deep breath before he exhaled; steal lifted into the air like smoke and he became one with the stillness of the land in those moments. Their new leader had begun to mark out the territory and Wraith felt a shiver of uncertainty as he absorbed what he could from the scent; he had been in Glorall and then not, with a woman and then not and in the silence of the morning, and the stillness of his being, he wondered just what their leader had left behind and what he had sought to bring instead.