Majesty was finally back again. Back to the Teekon Wilds and all of its memories and places that he had been before. His time spent as a partial amnesiac had not been fun, and he had new scars from his experiences. A few months ago, back when he was still the alpha of Wheeling Gull Isle, he had tried to cross the short distance to the mainland during a storm. The current and the crashing waves had been too strong, even for him, and as a result, he had slammed the side of his head into a rock. The injury had nearly killed him. He had washed ashore unconscious, and had awoken some time later to remember nothing of his time on the Isle as an alpha, and remembering nothing of his mate, Erika. To be clear, he remembered Erika herself. At the time, he thought he was still in Silvertip Mountain, and that she was merely a pack mate. Feeling as though his head were being crushed between two boulders, he had stumbled -- somehow -- all the way back to the mountain... only to find it deserted.

This was when he realized something was wrong. Having no idea where they had gone, and not remembering his ties to the Wild, he had left. He had gone far from this place, and had been gone for some time. At least a few months. Due to his loss of memory, perhaps, he underwent a few personality changes. He became less docile, though not overly aggressive. He was more open to fighting if need be, and did so many times for food and shelter. He joined no packs, feeling -- for some reason -- that he had done something wrong, though he couldn't figure out what. He began having strange dreams, and would wake up with his heart pounding and his pupils dilated. But as much as he tried to remember his dreams, they always slipped away with every second of wakefulness.

In the end, he realized his memory was missing a chunk of time, and went quickly and with purpose back to the Teekon Wilds in an attempt to jog it. It drove him insane for months. He spent most of his time staying away from others, hiding when he smelled wolves too close for comfort. He wasn't ready to face the world yet. He needed to remember. And then...

One morning, it all came back to him. He awoke on the shore -- where he had been spending most of his time, as he seemed to glean bits and pieces of information when he was there -- and it was back. All of his memories: Being driven from Silvertip Mountain, founding the Wheeling Gull Isle pack, convincing Erika to leave, finding out she was pregnant... and that night, when he slammed his head into a rock in the sea... His memories brought both joy and anguish. He swam out to the Isle, and found it abandoned. So the pack had fallen apart in his absence... He knew the others had probably all found new packs by now, and he wished them all well. He knew then what a naive and silly alpha he had been, and made a vow to find his previous pack mates and apologize for the way he had run the pack. Mainly, though, his heart was set on one goal:

Finding Erika. He knew that she had most likely given birth by then, if she was still alive and well. And that last part is what scared him the most. He had no idea of her whereabouts or her condition... or the condition of his children. He would spend the rest of his life looking for her, or die trying. And if he found her, no matter what state she was in, or what pack, if any, he would stay with her and never leave her again. She probably thought he was dead, if she was still alive...
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And so, that morning at the Sea Lion Shores, he searched with a purpose for any sign of nearby wolves. He had gone to the borders of Horizon Ridge already, and had found that area, too, abandoned. Briefly, and with desperation, he had wondered if the whole of the Teekon Wilds had been abandoned in his absence, and he had simply been too distraught to notice upon his return. But no. That was silly. He had scented plenty of wolves in the vicinity. And now here was, facing Stavenger Bay, but too afraid to go near, for fear of being punished for trespassing. He needed a nice approach. He needed information. He needed to find someone who knew where his Erika had gone. With a loud and clear howl, he called forth anyone -- anyone who would be willing to help...