[Geir is appreciating the city one last time in a thoughtful mood: strolling through the streets wide enough to admit him, nosing at the shops, and making short flights over the now-familiar buildings. he speaks to Palai here and there if they greet him, or nods to any coven members who catch his eye. there's a soft, abstracted expression on his reptilian face if one can read it.

every now and then, he does something a bit strange -- rears up against the side of a brick or stone building and scrapes his claws across it, making a mark. but it never seems to leave quite the impression he wants it to, and he shakes his head with a gentle huff and moves on.]