He had come in search of his mate. But to have found her scent crossing into the accursed plains of such folly made his blood boil. Her choice to raise their last litter within the confines of a pack had drawn him in, then repelled him far and further away. The bonding with the woman of fire had only served to further push him away. And for the first time in the many years since he had returned to this place fragmented within his mind to be known as 'home,' he had been able to cross out of it and leave it. Now, upon his return, one that found no lingering sensation to seek out the woman of fire, he had gone in search of Enya.
But he had not needed to travel far before picking up her scent, leading him back to the north from where he had come across it. Now, he stood in the outskirts of a place that held many memories for him. Ones that were whole and complete, unlike the pieces of his childhood that sometimes slipped through the cracks of reality. His teeth gnashed together, saliva bunching at the corners of his lips and creating strings each time he opened and snapped his mouth shut once more. Immense paws wore a line in the grass as he paced back and forth. This was the place of the white temptress. Their broods. Her disappearance, and the unfeasible defeat he'd suffered because of her. This place was fouled in his mind, but now the scent of his mate crossed over into its interior. And what was more, something of his own scent marked the borders.
Finally, his pacing ceased and he turned inward, crossing into the taller, wilder grasses of the pack lands. He did not go in search of pack or leader, but under the pure instinct of reuniting with his mate. They had claimed one another, and he sought to reassert his claim. So he moved without any further hesitation deep into the all too familiar landscape, head carried low and body moving like a tank, seeking only one destination - one purpose. Enya.