Herbalists' Cache you opiate this hazy head of mine

dont worry! ♥

It seemed mixed feelings about home was just another of the things they unknowingly had in common. With his crystalline blue eyes fleeting momentarily to his paws and then back up to meet Saor's own, Remi felt something tug at his heart. He was somewhat embarrassed to dump his life story to a stranger, yet he too felt comfortable enough at the moment (especially with Dirge gone) to speak up a bit more.

"i was born far from here, by the coast - a place called Islamorada" he began, his ears swivelling back and then returning to face the girl. "my parents settled and led a pack, Havana Pier, down there" he continued, "probably still do" he then mused with a simple shrug of his shoulders. The only wolf that could pose a threat to his father's reign was probably Remi's own brother Tango. He wondered if his brother had ever been tempted to challenge Ciervo but the answer came back to him with a duh! in his head.

Ciervo wasn't above taking extreme measures to keep the Pier as he wanted it.
The second Tango became more of a nuisance than an aid, Remi knew he'd be put in his place.
Just like he had.
Though for Tango, he doubted exile would be on the cards.

Truth be told, sometimes Remi though he had been way too lucky to have been wordlessly 'banished' rather than buried.