Herbalists' Cache in your dreams to release you

The more time he spent within the boundaries of the range, the easier traversing the land became; it was like riding a bicycle, the skill gradually coming back to him over time. It made existing easier, preventing him from remaining confined to any set area, too—and with his senses refined through maturation and experience, he knew he would never lose himself to the vastness of the wilds again. He was free to come and go as he pleased, venturing to new reaches and inspecting new sights. It was, all in all, a mere continuation of his life prior to returning.

Escaping the mountains, Eros found himself moving through flatter lands; the snow underfoot was troublesome but nothing he could not handle. He wondered what lands might strike him down with a memory and which may be entirely new, yet his travelling was soon cut short by the splattering of blood across the snow. He slowed and inspected it, intrigued by the scent and the potential for a meal, the trail an obvious enough one to follow. Yet, what it led him to was not a meal but another wolf—who he initially suspected must be injured, only to note the trail continuing past her. Uncertain of what it may lead him to, Eros continued towards the child whilst he woofed a low greeting, curious to see if he might land himself a hunting partner.