A blue behemoth of a guy finds himself heading for the snow capped mountains of the Aurora Basin; Or so he thinks. As summer settled in, the lack of snow that hadn't fallen throughout the lands winter; was no longer upon the mountains. Little to his dismay, the Beast carried on in hopes of reaching the snow sometime soon. A silver glistened upon his; almost fur-less coat. His winter jacket beginning to drop, he looked patchy and the guy hated it. Taking to itching himself upon whatever the guy deemed desirable; Mostly tall things, large boulders, tree trunks, rough terrain if he so desired. A slender silvery feline stuck by his side, her kitten like form was now gone. But her playfulness still lingered as she was caught of guard; a butterfly fluttering past her pale eyes, causing her to turn into that playful kitten once more as she chased it along, claws scraping the empty air as she leapt and bounced her way up the valley. 
A slight smile lingered upon the blue mans face. He loved to watch her play, wishing that he too could play in the same way. But it was just not that easy for such a heavy built guy. He did not own the same lithe grace, he was clumsy, slow and too heavy. 
He paused as the valley became narrower, the tree's became compact. This was it, this was the line upon entering Helovia. A slight glee flowed through his veins, a shiver ran down his spin; and if it were even possible, goosebumps arose upon his skin. "Home" he whispered with an almost tear in his eye. Never did he think that some place could have meant so much to him; apart from his birth-lands. 
Mykah joined his side, rubbing around his front legs, sensing the feelings that were running through him. With a glance between the two, she squinted, He smiled and within that same moment they both took a step in synchronization into the tree's.
A sensation like no other; like nothing he could describe, ran through his body, like a cleansing perhaps? He could sense that Mykah too felt this weird tingly thing, as for a brief moment he sensed the fear from her, only for it to vanish in that same moment. 
The sweet smell of pines flooded his nostrils, the ground littered with dead pine and spruce branches. A feeling of home beneath his cloven hooves. The lynx at his side seemed nervous, she had never really come to know this place; Having left before she was old enough. He gave a bob of his blue face towards her, letting her know it was safe here, that she needn't be worried so much.
With a smile plastered across his bearded lips, the man pushed onward, deeper into the forest. Tree's grew more dense, the light became littler the further he went. Mykah, just off the path weaved in and out of the coniferous forest, trunks. her silvery frame like a light in the darkness. Butterflies swarmed inside the man, a sick feeling washed over the blue Beast. He had not eaten much in the past few days, winter had cut his meals short. His stomach lerched, and if were possible he possibly would have vomited all over the forest floor. But nothing happened. He had to find some water, or something to fill his rather empty stomach. This forest was not exactly a decent food source. However Mykah seemed to have already found a snack to gnaw on, at least she could eat. But then it wasn't exactly hard when you could eat meat. With an eye roll he picked up his pace and set of deeper into Helovia in search of water, food and perhaps familiar faces. 

Beowulf

Love tames the benumbed Beast