To the Mothership!

He stood at the border and marveled at the change that kept him from crossing. At one point this had been home and he had come and gone as he pleased, but Arcanum was no longer his. Respect kept his toes from straying too close to the forbidden line. Valentine didn't think his mother would mind his presence too much, but she was as keen on respect as he was so he would give it where it was due.

Sinking to his haunches, the brute sent up a long, low call for Cataleya. An icy blast of winter wind tore through his coat and sent fingers of cold raking down his side. Goosebumps rose as the damp moor air settled across him like a wet blanket. His ears flattened. Alright, so, there were somethings about the Arcanum that he wouldn't miss. This sickly, heavy damp air was one of them.

There was much to discuss, many things to catch up on, and Valentine was excited at the prospect.