tell me how to move on

He didn't know what answers he'd thought to find in the heart of the volcano, but he finally turned heavily to make his weary way back down the path having not found them, unsatisfied and adrift in the thoughts that preoccupied him. When he came upon another wolf, for a moment his flat, blank red gaze didn't register it, though his paws stopped automatically. Then he blinked, dragging himself to the present, and his gaze cleared and sharpened to fix on the other male. The resemblance to Eligos' sister Fel was uncanny at first glance, though not so closely as to do more than take note of the passing similarity. The other wolf, hardly seeming any older than Eligos himself, smelled of Winterfell. Eli was silent a long moment, studying the other male, before he felt compelled to tell him in a low tone, "I don't know what you are seeking, but you won't find it here. That mountain won't give it's secrets and its ghosts up to the likes of us. Go home."