He had left and she had followed. It was annoying though he couldn’t lie and say having someone familiar, even if they were annoying, accompanying him while he wandered off Moladion was nice. Ravenna was, though he wished he could deny it, growing on him. She was still more of a nusance that she was helpful most of the time, but they had a good thing going for him. He fought, she healed. It just worked out well for the both of them. Since returning they had split ways for just a bit. He wanted to scout the area and think about what his next step was going to be. He still really hadn’t made much for amends with Natu. She knew he was alive and that was about the end of it… He was thinking his first step may be to find her, but he also wanted to explore and see what the packs had to offer.

After being a loner he wasn’t sure if he really even wanted to join a pack again. He was thinking he almost preferred to be a loner just because Ravenna’s company was about all he had or wanted to deal with as of late. He wondered if any of his family remained in Taviora or if all of them had gone. Should he go back there? Should he head back to Spirane or maybe Glorall? He didn’t know much about the new leader there but there were lots of options. Something told him things had change and he wouldn’t be coming to any decisions on his own. Believe it or not he did value Ravenna’s opinon of what they did. Though originally he left Moladion because he was tired of seeing wolves he knew and now he thought maybe he could come to face many of his own demons.

He still wanted to do it now and then. He was told he was sick when he jumped but still the idea never left him that he was not of any use to this world. He still hadn’t found a purpose though he did prefer his new identity as Grayson to his old one of Sven. Sven was a coward, a push over someone who hid instead of fought and Grayson… He wasn’t going to take any shit anymore… except Ravenna’s maybe. What could he say you spend enough time around someone you might begin to actually like them sort of. It felt like it had been a long time since he had jumped off of Spirane’s mountain into the river. Scars still dotted his legs a little but even they were fading away. Most of his wounds from that day were healed and now almost invisible unless you were looking for them. Give it time he knew he would gather more scars if he became half the wolf he wanted to be.

For now he just was going to look around figure out what was going on in his birth-land and see what his next step should be. Climbing the crags he got a good view point of lands just simply covered with snow all around. No scents had really changed in the area. He guessed he would talk to Ravenna see what she found then see what she wanted to do. From here she would be easy to spot coming back this way.