Sinaaq was not the type to form attachments to territories, nor, really, attachments to anything. Except the few things that happened to form attachments to him, like the infection and Frigga (but then there was that confusing thing with Solia). His lack of empathy towards much of anything at all gave with it an ease. If he allowed nothing to strike him and captivate him then nothing could capture him and he would thus remain free. Free from the poison that was love, free from disappointment and further destruction of what was already cracked and riddled with fissures. How it still managed to beat within it's prison of flesh and bone was an ever present mystery that Sinaaq had no immediate intentions to solve. Some things, the darkling knew, were not meant to be solved. He took the shattered thing that resembled his heart to be one of those life mysteries and did what he did best: moved on. Ghosted from territory to territory, from pack to pack, from Valley to Valley. It wasn't that he had the heart of a wanderer, because he did not. He yearned for what all yearned for: a home. Simply, he had trouble finding one that suited him and, further struggled to incorporate himself into that kind of life style. With the death of Frigga, Sinaaq had deduced one simple truth about himself: that he didn't belong. It was lonely but it was the indisputable truth that he had learned to simply embrace. Adlartok had given him a purpose (after three failed attempts at killing the newborn), knowing that he was needed but even that, too, faded. Or perhaps it hadn't and Sinaaq had subconsciously lost his nephew on purpose for the second or third time now. Whatever the reasons were, be it Sinaaq's fault or Adlartok's did not matter. The point was Sinaaq was alone. How he had always been and how, it seemed, he would always be.

Sinaaq enjoyed his time in Blackfoot Forest, having dined upon the ghastly creatures that seemed to, according to the lore surrounding the place, scared off numerous of wolves with their shrill, eerie calls and had been, admittedly reluctant to leave it — though not because he formed any kind of attachment to it because you know, he didn't do that kind of thing. He was searching for something, only he did not yet know what. Perhaps he would never know what he was searching for. He only knew that when he found it, he would know. He had been nearing the water source that his ears had perked to, pausing when he heard a splash out of place — a disruption on the normal noise of the water. Sinaaq, being upwind of the other male saw him before he scented him. The other male was dark, like Sinaaq and seemed to be frowning at the water. Without thinking Sinaaq offered a chuff (providing Summer hadn't already caught his scent) and then ceased his forward motion, simply watching for some kind of reaction.