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He stole away, initially so that he could find something to eat. But his movement led to wandering, and once he spotted the Caldera in the distance, he cast one last look over his shoulder. 

By now, it felt clear that Anathema wasn't keen on going back there at all. He, however, still had ties and while it broke his heart to abandon her, he did so, tail between his legs. She would never forgive him, and he might never forgive himself, either. But if he didn't go home, he'd bear the guilt of knowing he'd stressed his mother and sister out, as well. They'd already lost enough; he made his choice, and by the time he made it back to the Caldera, he was hungry, cold, and exhausted. 

Not considering the fact that he might not be welcomed, he crossed the boundaries without calling out, entering to the West where the hills were more forgiving. He knew he wasn't far from the Blackthorn den, but he didn't think he could make it that far before his legs gave out. Shakily, he dug himself a little nest in the snow and curled up on it, so that he might be a bit less exposed and lightly insulated. Tucking his nose under the tip of his tail, he closed his eyes, for what he promised himself would be a short nap before he'd go and find his family again.