Following the boy's escort back towards the mountains, Tiarnan's tight-lipped ally had slipped away. Their separation during the mission had made the trip back far more tense, especially when Tiarnan had the great urge to look behind himself to see if Bazi was still there. But they had moved on too quickly, with Tiarnan doing his best to keep up with Kaname, until home had come in to view. That had been a couple of days ago. In that time alone, the hungry boy had once again feasted upon the caches; he caught up as best he could on the latest gossip (usually just by sitting around and overhearing vital information which made no sense, regardless of his efforts), and he slept.
It was a quiet life here upon the mountain, but he was adapting to it. Many of the other wolves avoided him simply because they didn't know what to do with him. Tiarnan also noticed that Jinx was vacant, or at the very least, he had missed her departure from the range in his own absence. When rooting around in one of the caches in the early morning, he caught the scent of Kaname—then, as the other wolf began to move along, Tiarnan felled compelled to follow. There was a distance between them, more than a physical one, and that needed to be fixed somehow. Even if he couldn't talk to his ally, he wished to mend the error of his ignorance somehow.
But the trek turned in to a hike, and the hike turned in to an all-out adventure. Tiarnan thought himself to be lost more than once as he trailed after Kaname, but somehow he always found the way again. When a howl rose in to the sky, the youth recognized Jinx's voice and felt compelled to respond. As he was raising his head, he caught sight of a silhouette and stopped, recognizing Kaname in that brief moment, before the other wolf took off again. Tiarnan hesitated for only a moment, and then lowered his head again, eager to meet up with both Kaname and Jinx in whatever strange new place they had discovered.
When Kaname's howl finally broke out, Tiarnan threw up his own head and let out a brief baying sound of his own. It was a long enough note to alert anyone nearby that he too was there, but it fell away before Kaname had finished. Their sounds mingled quite briefly, and as Tiarnan settled back in to his own silence, he sought of the dark-furred wolf without further hesitation. The boy came upon him with his figure low and passive, his tail sweeping the ground like a lazy broom.