Porcupine Ridge katakan

most of the days that had passed stigmata lately had been of the same lot: short, bleak, and grey. his nights had not been nearly as lonely as they had when he'd first left the hollow, but the wraith was determined to roam until he would forge, with blood and bone, what he had lost long before allowing himself to become distracted by an exploited existence at the behest of indra redleaf...

he thought of her unwillingly; at first in scathing review, and then with hesitant remorse. he realized that he had not given himself a chance to mourn the loss of her - and by extension, that the event of leaving her indeed had him facing some sort of emotional detriment he was loathe to admit to, let alone examine.

he didn't yet realize that he was heading east because he had already gone as far west from her as he intended. stigmata seemed to be scoping out the mountain territories and their bounties, but his thoughts rolled tumultuously, one over the other, as he allowed himself to reflect on what he had lost and what there was to be gained.

@Finch