Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

It hadn't been easy finally departing from Moonspear, but the time to do so had come and gone well before Figment had decided to make his move. He had given so many hugs before he left that it felt as though his legs wouldn't have the strength to carry him off. But, they did in the end. And while he was happy to be moving forward, there was a heaby ache in his chest from the piece of his heart that he left behind.

Fig still wasn't entirely sure where he intended to end up. He knew there were packs in the Valley here and while he'd been warned that there was conflict amongst two of them, he still was drawn to return. For the time being, he was content to wander until the tides scooped him up and steered him to where he was meant to go.

At that moment, he was busy satisfying his thirst at the river that ran through the bypass. He had left Moonspear with a gratifying full belly, so while hunting was usually an enjoyable pastime, he felt no need to pursue it then. A nap was beginning to sound rather appealing, but the idea seemed lazy to him. So, after lifting his head from the stream, he stepped forward to dip his toes in the chilly water to wake himself up a bit before moving on.