It seems the gods had decided he was still not permitted back. Máni woke back up from being hurled towards this world, his body all sore and beat from hitting the ground hard. A feeling of rejection and hurt now summed up his entire persona. The charcoal and black wolf kept going though, making his way towards the large pond that had caught his eye. The thoughts of leaving his realm however still ached, picking apart his sense of self like a stubborn thorn. Why couldn't he just stay?

It was pretty clear that any attempts to reach the hearts of the commoners was wasted. They either avoided him like the plague, or only entertained him for a short while. The last wolf was simply a pretty face, but determined to make things all about her own wishes. Were all the mortals here just as selfish and self centered? Blue and purple eyes looked on as he spotted a vast open mountain range, perking up his interest, but still remaining cautious. Perhaps there was hope still for him. Máni continued on towards the large water source, the mountains tempting him to a different fate if he so choosed.