Soliloquy was in a bad shape. The meeting with Isolde had certainly proven that she was better off without him, as beautiful as ever and perfectly healthy and happy whereas he continued to deteriorate more and more each day. His wounds had grown terribly infected and though the smell was sickening and they caused him pain he had simply continued onwards. Perhaps his sister would have been able to save him, force him to sit still whilst she cleaned those wounds but he only would have gotten more. Mentally he was certainly broken now, a stranger hadn't fixed it, Isolde hadn't shifted his mind at all it was probably only his brother that could have really made any difference to whether he lived or died.
The tall grass plains were where he had first found him in Alacritia, hardly a happy reunion to begin with though he had still of course stuck with him. Even through girls and children he had followed Scorpion with unyielding loyalty and it was only when Valentine had enslaved him and Scorpion had escaped that they had really parted and his life had gone completely downhill from there.
Steps would falter now, energy running out it had been a long time since he'd attempted to hunt and the odd scraps of meat he'd found here and there certainly were not enough to keep even a small wolf running. He wouldn't try to move though, he had given up completely now and eventually would find himself slipping away into death.
