Haunted Wood Way down low where the light is gone.

He couldn't murder anyone on an empty stomach, so the first thing that Revui did after leaving the company of the dark giant was seek out a cache, only to find it empty. That, and the next one, and the next one... There was a theme building, one of absence and of hunger. Revui was still agitated and had been so since his escape from the pit; no matter what was promised to him or what freedoms he held, that sense of innate aggression did not leave him. If he did not find something to eat soon he would become far too volatile, and the wolves here would suffer as he suffered.

By the fifth cache (visited, dug-up, torn apart—then abandoned, exposed) the swagger had left his gait. He sulked between the trees, absently drawing himself towards more familiar sections of the forest, until he found himself standing on the ledge overlooking his previous home: the pit. It was empty now. He glared down at the depths of it, his eyes roving to the cavity of roots where he'd once rested; to the ruined wall which had been his method of escape; then he drew back from it all, and carried on his way.

The pit was behind him now — physically and metaphorically. He was free, he was a soldier, but that would not satisfy him for long.