he's basically in the space between Kettle Pot Pond & Edge Stone Pool :B
He had meant to head over to the monadnock sooner, but recent events kept him tied to Hearthwood. An incident had occurred between his scouts and the wolves of Wild Rye, resulting in both parties being punished. He still owed Jessie an apology, which was next on his to-do list, but their northern neighbours were still in the dark about what had happened to Kisla. He did not know how familiar Piety and Wraith were with his co-lead, but they still deserved to know. The ghost also wanted to show them that he did not harbour any hard feelings about the rogue they had banished months ago, for he truly believed they had known nothing about it.
Skirting his usual haunts the ghost set his sails for the rock in the north in the early hours of the morning. Sleep evaded him more than usual but he did not mind. XIX was getting used to pushing past exhaustion and relying solely on afternoon naps. Sometimes he would curl up next to Lilya until her and the twins fell asleep and would slink away to enjoy the company of the moon. Other nights, or afternoons, he would curl up in the den he’d dug out in the corner of his infirmary.
It was difficult adjusting to Anastasia’s return. The ghost was over the moon having his closest friend back in the Lore but things were different. It appeared that the duo had traced places during her absence. She had become more withdrawn and doubtful, whereas he had (miraculously) grown more confident despite remaining introverted. He worried the change was going to be too much for her and that she would vanish once more. The thought brought a frown to his dark lips but he continued forward, his long legs carrying him quickly over the tundra as the sun nipped at his heels.
stick with those who stick with you