Nocturne Summit she moved like the moon

The wayward path sent him roaming west, to where the sky grazed the land. It was a familiar setting, no doubt he had climbed it before. Full aware that Moonspear rested not far off, he made a point not to venture too close, for even he did not know where he stood with them. For a while he had been their enemy, then an ally held at arms distance. Time smoothed over scars, he knew this, but the women who had given him the marks he currently bore were unpredictable creatures, and perhaps the only creatures capable of serving him his death. If he was once again a name scrawled in their black book, he would have no way of knowing until his blood splattered the earth under their vengeful claws. 

And he knew they would have cause to do so, for he was quite aware that his actions in simply ghosting their sister would not earn him any favours. It was not something he took pleasure in doing at the time, but it was necessary in the aftermath of all that had occurred leading up to his abrupt departure. Alya and whatever affections had once existed between them were now obsolete, he believed, as he knew her not to be the type of woman who waited around for absent men. That was not something he blamed her for. Callous paws lifted his heavy frame up from the rocks below to the high altitudes above, and he cast his eyes down below with a twisted satisfaction. The teekon was his hunting ground, and while left unkempt and in peace for too long in his absence, he felt he had a lot of work to do before the ground shook under the mention of his name once more. @Hydra