Time swept through, stealing with it memories and emotions. Long ago, the beast had a home and a family, a place where he belonged. Time had ruined that, however - his wife had vanished and he had gone in search of her but she was nowhere to be found. Even her scent seemed to vanish and soon he could barely remember what she looked like.

Still, the male had to survive. Even if he had no one, he knew he had to keep active and keep looking. One day, perhaps he would find them - but when would that be? When he was on his death bed? When they came back to argue that it was he, not them, that had left? He had left the pack in... capable enough hands. Even though those left behind were of mixed opinions, he didn't care.

Nevertheless, time had passed and he had roamed far, far beyond what he had thought possible. He had given up hope on her survival, so now his focus was on his own. He lifted his head and let out a long, mournful song.