...And then, when all hope of return was gone, and many believed he had been lost forever, never to return, someone spotted a lone figure rising over the large hill in the distance. It was he! Sev! Though battle worn and tattered, it appeared he had defeated all odds to return to the field of battle once more. And this time, there was to be no playing around. Years of wolf games had hardened his once soft heart, and a crazy look of madness and hunger for the games was all that was in his eyes now. It was time.
Or had he made it in time?