Each muscle throbbed slightly as he moved through the eerie dark of the tunnels at night, the cuts that adorned his shoulder and face tugged and itched with the slightest of movements but were healing more and more each day; although the grey Rakeeb was more than aware of the fact that the encounter with the bear would forever leave scars scattering his body. More reminders of violence, more clear signs engraved into his body that he had failed, that he wasn't good enough, wasn't skilled enough. The need to train, the desire to aim for perfection had struck him strongly and get with his new found blindness and still healing body he was unable to train without some interruption, without further injuring himself and getting lectured for not 'resting'. But there was a limit to ones sanity and the young samurai could no longer stand to be confined within the caves, he need to get out and do something.

Taking one of the more narrow and lower tunnels he moved as silently as he could, only knocking his left side against the wall twice before he had a good enough understanding of the space around him. Although it was strange to be blinded on his left side, the grey male was adjusting and adapting; there wasn't much else he could do all things considered. Gradually he made his way out of the howling caverns and emerged above ground, his right eye instantly scanned his surroundings lit dimly by the moons light, flecks of snow seeming to glow as the fell to the ground adding to the layer of white. Pausing he quickly summarised that it was early morning giving him another hour or two before the sunrise and with it, his pack, were up and about. Suddenly he felt like a pup breaking curfew and sneaking out; which he kinda was. Turning left he quickly made his way down the trail that would lead him to the stables, his movements sure and confident as he stepped upon familiar grounds.

Upon reaching the stables he tacked up Hibki, mounting her and quickly making his way to Anathema borders where his pace began to slow as the terrain grew more steep and unstable. Yet, both he and the blue mare were accustomed to these lands and before long the pair reached flat ground where the only thing they had to worry about was dodging the trees and odd low branches. The sun had risen with them, the Rakeebs destination was the area known as Halifax; an area said to once been home to many humans and he hoped to find some weapons or gather anything useful to bring back to the pack, although he didn't get his hopes up. Many had no doubt scavenged through the remains of the place long before him, but it was worth the trip just to get away from the suffocation that was his over protective family.

It had been a long time since he'd ventured so far out of pack lands and never before had he done so alone and injured. But out here no one really knew who he was and by keeping his head down when a stranger grew close he managed to travel without delay and without drawing attention to himself. Gradually the foliage and terrain changed from that of the familiar dampwoods to what he believed to be known as Arachnea's revenge. Night had once more fallen, the snow's chill causing his cuts to throb more than usual. Bringing Hibki to a stop he dismounted her, letting free a string of Japanese curses as when he connected to the ground his legs erupted into pain; ridding with shredded, still healing legs seemed to do that.

With only the moons dim light to see by the samurai strained his right eye making out the dark shapes, trying to hind somewhere sheltered for him and the mare to stay. Admittedly this wasn't one of his best thought out plans and the weather and travel time hadn't been calculated at all. Cursing again he began to lead the mare aimlessly, seemingly bumping his left side into ever single tree. Hours or minutes passed, he couldn't be sure, but a small flickering light became visible just a distance off, the light of fire. Staring at the light for a moment he considered his options and decided to approach the light; better than continuously wondering around in the dark.

Bumping and tripping his way towards the light, swearing in japanese every time he hit something, he found his way over to what looked like an abandoned cabin; or well, not so abandoned as lingering scents would indicate. Frowning as he strained his sight, blue eyes glared at the dark building trying to see if anyone was outside or if the canine he smelt was within the building. “Hey” he called out, somewhat unsure. His right hand moved to his katana's handle to reassure himself.