Bane couldn't help but be nervous. After all, it had been a number of months since he has last scaled the mountains and found himself trailing along the western region of Relic Lore. Would Inali still be within the Secret Woodlands? Would she still be accepting of him? It was only natural for a loner to wonder though it was hard for Bane when he knew each time he did he was leaving someone behind. The pack never seemed to mind. Typically Bane would imagine the pack members would be quite upset having a loner visiting one of their female members as he pleased... Though the leaders of this pack had known Bane since he was a child, fully aware he had no intention of stealing Inali away from them. Still, Bane, out of respect for pack boarders, kept his distance. And if not for his respect for the law of pack then for the pure fact that the very sight of the Thicket of Secrets pained him. 

By now, night had fallen over the lands. The heat of the day finally subsiding to a cool and crisp twilight. Bane still had a bit  of land to cross before he made it near the forestry he once called home. There was the open blackberry fields between him where he had often escaped to in his youth, and the secluded springs, filled with various pools, wildlife and coppery rocks. Here in the Fjord, he found nothing if particular interest. It was but a passing grounds from one side to another for him. He found himself surrounded by large alpine, the forest growing less dense as he neared his destination. Bane would have a while yet to go although for some reason he swore in this darkness, he could smell Inali through the breeze moving through the trees.