Once again he had found himself at a loss; he had thought himself ready to try make a home in the mountains again and yet, Grimoire had found herself a place - even if temporarily - in Asteraia with children at her side. Some strange part of him had convinced him that he owed her something and yet, he had little interest in walking the same path as she. Asteraia would not be his home just as Iromar had failed to stir anything within him that could come close to belonging. Perhaps he'd have to return to Taviora after all... and yet, his eyes still remained steadfast on the mountains.

But he was a vagrant once more. Winter had been harsh and he appeared thinner than usual though he had grown accustomed to the gnawing hunger inside but thirst took him to the river. Between his past and future, he found a sense of calm as he moved along the river's edge, eyes closed as he enjoyed the breeze that rustled his messy fur.

Ahead, somebody stirred the water; his eyes slid open, his body having instinctively moved away from the water's edge - alligator, perhaps? Yet the movement was consistent, purposeful, and enough of a curiosity to bring him back out of the tall grass and towards the riverbank once more. Still, he moved silently, head low as he seemed to sway with the grass - but then again, the stranger was not so strange. He recognized her despite the change in her face, time having taken her from child and closer to woman. His head tilted, surprised perhaps that she had dared to leave Iromar when she had seemed so much apart of it.

"Ah...I remember you," he finally spoke when he had become bold enough to toe the waterline. He watched her bob about the water with interest, amazed that their kind could become so adept - he never had. He had always feared he had become hollow enough to fill up with water and sink - or perhaps he had merely seen too many taken by the alligators in his youth. Regardless, there was more fascinating things about her than her affinity for water. Why was she here? Why was she in Iromar? Why had her eyes glistened with something more than just violence and challenge like the other moor wolves?