Sleepless as nightmares plague him, he spends most of his waking hours seeking his mate, not knowing his efforts are futile. It's almost like a ritual now, for he has little hope of a return, even fearing for the worst. His fur is tattered, matted, and littered with slow healing cuts and scrapes from events prior. Unusually, from shoulder to spine, his skin lie exposed; a result of another's sense of punishment. Shunned and targeted by familiars and strangers alike, he now realizes that he is truly on his own, and may appear highly skittish and flighty as a result. Still, his legs won't take him very far, as his limp pains him more now than ever. Yet unaware that their treatment is warranted, he remains pining and grieving for the ill lover who vanished without a word, and for the one he called daughter. All the while, a single raven is tailing him wherever he turns.