There was a fresh coat of white littering the ground. It was not hard to pick out the pale figure among the naked trees. He had to be following the border line. Dutifully marking as they had done only a year ago. Renier missed that. Keeping the Ridge alive had given him purpose, and anchored him. The small group that slowly began to entwine. This place after all was the longest home he had had. To see it now, still withering. He hated it. Sometimes he couldn't stop playing the what if game. But, when all was said and done even if he hadn't run into Morganna he wouldn't have remained. Enoki and Sven had made their own choices clear.
Treading closer he let out a woof. Ravenna may have welcomed him with open arms, but he wasn't sure how he would be received by Sven. Still, he wasn't going to cower away from this. He had missed him, and hearing what had happened to him after the Lyall had left... Well, it didn't make any of this easier.