After meeting Iopah, there was no missing the thought that he should have kept running to the end of time. Now that he was aware that there was wolves who would otherwise harm him, who were capable of things beyond. Even now he was searching for something that should have been an opportunity to redeem himself, but he was not the protean creatures like the ones he had found in the North. With a broken heart, he had wondered what it had meant that @Raela had betrayed him, what that would mean for his walk forward when reaching out and confessing his loneliness.

It was hard to tell, when it came to Urien. His insanity was not something that anyone would be proud to harness, but surely he saw his own benefit. There would be those who would humor him, who would listen to the strange little wolves. And now he would have to tell them all, every single would would have to know that Round Stone Crest would have to face a sharp reality that they were demons. Iopah had a right to be wary of him, Urien had not been cleansed at the time of their meeting.

Now it had been over a week and a half, and Urien was re-emerging. Dedicated to his quest of finding his spot, his irritation boiling over at the ends. Obnoxiously, he would throw his head back. He would howl like the world itself was coming to eat him, and what more could he do? He could panic and he could cry out, he could beg for the mercy in which he had not been long granted. Even as his legs quaked, he knew his song would draw the curiosity of someone. They would come looking, they would come questioning. After all, his loneliness was heart breaking.

As his head dropped, he sniffed. Poor, Poor Urien, The wolf murmured, lost as his eyes traced around the words. Poor... poor Urien... It was unfair. Life should have been his gift, should have been a beautiful introduction. He should have been rolling in the fields with a thousand women. And yet he was not.

He was kissed by a devil, instead.