With the rogue's older age, wanderlust should have diminished from his body by now. However, ever the wanderer, Aleister had to keep moving. He refused to travel far from his sister as he had given her a vow that he would never abandon her side. Though, she had to accept for his own sake of mind, his occasional travels. While their current situation wasn't stifling yet, he knew eventually, if their plan succeeded, they would have a family again in their homeland. Which would mean the rogue would be stuck in one place again. Neha would be happy again, hopefully this time.
Before leaving, he alerted his littermate of his intentions and whereabouts then he set out. Aleister wanted to scout out part of the mountain to make sure they were correct in assuming these lands were still deserted. Off in the distance he could see the sky begin to darken with ash in the air from a forest fire. No panic rose within him, the scorched forest was far enough from the Lake to get him to worry. Though he would make sure to keep a mismatched gaze upon the fire to make sure it wasn't ascending upon the mountain.
Finding his way to the Falls, the male settled upon a large boulder as he watched the waterfall struggling against the winter's icy grip. With the sky darker than normal, the area held a gloomy glow where ash escaped the canopy and fell upon the ground around him. The rogue was content to be alone with his thoughts which were not so chaotic these days. With his sister by his side again, he was content and happy enough. However, ever since his passing with a certain ocean eye vixen, the rogue began to crave for something more. Something he was sure he would never get to have in this life.