Had he done it again? It was difficult to say - he hadn't run, not really, and she had not ever mentioned it to him that he might stay. Besides, he had to be faithful to himself and that meant Aster and the family he had returned for. Perhaps one day Leviathan might be family for him but for now, she seemed too far away, too adrift in her own life to let another in. Ah, but was that simply an excuse? He smirked at that, hardly willing to entertain the question.
But it was strange to be in Iromar nonetheless; he had stayed on the outskirts at first but the winter had pushed him inland. He had been tempted to return to where his den might have been all those years ago - but no, he hadn't. Wherever it was, he just hoped it was buried so that his past might remain within it too. Instead, he had stayed close to where Aster and Halcyon had established themselves, though he stayed tucked away in a quiet place, out of reach from many others lest he become too intrusive. Otherwise, he tried to stay on the move.
Today, he had found himself in the middle of the pack, a familiar place though much had changed in the some fifteen years he had been gone; trees had moved, hills had changed, he wondered if the bones of Baphomet and all the others had been washed away too. It was a grim thought but one he could not escape entirely as he meandered along the banks of the bog. It was only when something appeared in the shallows that he paused, head tilted as he leaned in close - a bone? Eventually, he had to be sure. Slowly, he reached out, grimacing slightly from the water's cold bite, as he began to unearth the pale branch - or rather bone. The feel in his mouth confirmed that. But whose?