Herbalists' Cache painted thus he slipped from the canvas

can i set this before tetsubo returns to the coast? that'd work best for me~

He had thought to find the nether again, to ask its advice, for he was without a master and Tetsubo had lost his way. He had made a list — cobbled together with half-remembered faces, moments in his history that were obscured by darkness, and vague recollections — and had tried to seek out those entities as he had searched. The goals that Skellige had granted upon him (of finding more children, of securing the coast, and even the falsehood spread to him by Murgash) had been forgotten by this point; as had his master, unfortunately.

Tetsubo must have come in to contact with someone or something, for as he tread through the snow there came with him a crimson streak that followed. He was a dark figure among the trees at first, his jaws grasping at something by their roots. He spent a handful of moments gnawing, spitting, gnawing, choking, pulling — and with a sickening crackle held carefully within the dark, he pulled something free. It hung awkwardly from his maw at first. He turned and began to carry it back with him through the snow, and came to an abrupt halt when he heard the sounds of chewing.

The boy gave a double-take to the spot he had previously occupied, as if expecting to see a ghostly version of himself waiting there, and then groggily began to survey his surroundings. He had been trying to summon. It was not an easy task, especially for a warrior not trained in the ways of the onmyōji. Tetsubo set down the bloodied mess by his feet, placing one paw across it defensively at first, and then removed it when he realized he had scored one of the eyes with his claws; it was ruined, now. He could not use the head after all.