[ honey only ]

She was going to be pissed. The black and white tom knew this. His paws steps silent as he slipped into the Regimes territory. His heart was now beating against his chest the closer he grew to the opening of the tunnels. It was astonishing that he knew exactly where the entrance was despite how hazy his memories were about the day he was brought into the tunnels and the day he had left. However, he veered off once the opening came into view. The tom heading towards a familiar scent that caused the scar on his throat to burn ever so slightly. He wanted... or rather he needed... Evelyn to find him at the place. At the place it all started and at the place where he visited her daily. The place where she had found him half dead. He slunk past the entrance closest to the old Primal Instinct territory. He scented the air, and relaxed slightly as he settled into a sitting position among a abnormal clearing surrounded with oak trees. The rumors of Primal Instinct moving had become apparent as he realized how stale the scent was. His intel had been correct, he could return to his beloved without the worry of the league simply crossing the border to get at him, not like he was exactly out of the woods yet. First, he'd have to face the wrath of Mercenary Evelyn, and he couldn't help but shiver at the realization that he probably wasn't going to get out of disappearing this time unscathed.