After talking with Hawthorne the young Myrddin had wandered around some more in search of his sister. Her words had stayed with him, that he should go home and let his parents know he was okay. That they didn't need to worry about him because he was taking care of himself. He felt he could at least give them that comfort. Elyan also realized that he was nearly a year now and perhaps he needed to tell them that it was time he made a life of his own.

The life of a rogue was hard he had found out and even though he'd grown thinner over the months he was still getting by. He'd considered that maybe this was the life for him, he could still look for his sister and not have to worry about if he was allowed because if pack rules.

As he came upon the land that had once been his home he realized he wasn't quite sure if that was what he wanted. Something else struck him too as he crossed what should have been the border of the notch. The scent of the pack was almost gone from the land. His brow furrowed, what had happened in his absence? Picking up his pace he ran toward the den only to be greeted by the strong scent of bear. He stopped in his tracks and quietly backed away. His parents and packmates weren't there but where had they gone?