He wandered around the Glen, his memory not what it once was. He was unable to locate the home that they had made together. The home that they shared. The home that once belonged to the bear. His memory flickered. He saw visions of the child, the child that was not his, yet he had accepted. He saw visions of his love. She had disappeared, and he could not find her. He felt so lost without her.

Mecaden continued his wanderings for hours, never getting anywhere, never actually going far. He found several campsites. He even came across a pair of starry eyed lovers lost in an intimate embrace. He silently stepped away, not wishing to disturb them. Everywhere he looked, he felt the continued and never ending sense of loss. She must be around, surely. Lyreness would not just leave him, not like this.

His search continued long into the night. He was not aware of the aches in his body. He ignored his drooping eye lids. All he knew, was that he had to find his love.