Sometimes, he just vanished into thin air. He didn't smell of anywhere, and he was dirty from a lack of care. Dimitri felt more alone than every before, it was hard for him to summon the courage to out and talk to people, he didn't want to bug anyone. He found some small amount of joy in being alone, but it also filled him with self-loathing the intrusive idea that everyone hated him. Dimitri found it immensely difficult to connect with others, and wondered if it was easier to not interact at all.
Maybe that's why he was here now, inspecting what was his former house of Sunhaven, paws dragging through the dust, and making shapes in the floor.

He'd been gone a long time; he still wasn't a fan of the Elysium territory, parts of it reminded him too much of Snowbound, nor was he a fan of the other half of it. Dimitri, dropping his bag from his mouth with a dusty thump, started sniffing around what was left of his possessions, finding the occasional crayon with bite marks, bottle caps or other various knickknacks. They, collectively, had a hoarding problem and what was left of that evidence was here.

Maybe they'd let him move back in? He'd been gone a while. He doubted anyone remembered them.