Autopilot had almost led him back to the range, but a sharp detour before he even neared the Imperium lands however led him towards the Western lands of Alacritia instead. A slow and sluggish pace led him carried him onwards, though the night starting to fall and the threat of darkness was doing nothing to alter his movements. Still he travelled with little thought, when he was completely exhausted perhaps then he'd stop for a while but for now he continued,
Soliloquy couldn't even recall whether he'd won or lost his last fight at the battlefield, it had done nothing to change him at all aside from making him look even worse than he already had. Fresh wounds had been created and blood once more marked the white fur, thought that was far from pristine even before the fight had begun.
If he paid attention, perhaps he would have stopped or changed his direction to avoid the familiar scent but instead he remained oblivious to what might lie ahead and just kept on walking.
but i don't really mind i don't really mind at all