



And he wandered through the desert, with his hounds trailing behind him, he felt his heart lost, his head heavy, broken and fragmented dreams of flowers and light, and then of a swan's gentle gaze welcoming him home.
He traveled for days like his dream, though everything felt more vivid, aching, longing, he had left everything without a word but he knew somehow it was right. His lifemate was out there and waiting for him to come home.
And he would go to her.
Finally his hooves touched the swamp, the ground softer and more dusty than the desert sands, and he knew there was no going back to his once lair after this -- and he had no hesitation, he entered the swamp with his legs, his frail tail touching the dirt of his new home and only picked up the pace as he knew she was here. Somewhere.
He would find her again and make a home with her.