@Stigmata perhaps
Sorin's trek had brought him inexplicably to this place once again. The vale, where he had once hoped to help Liri form her pack. This damned valley, which held far too much pain for him to call home. But still, he had to see it, one last time. He trod carefully into the heart of the valley, unsure if any one else was here. He did not know if Diaspora had yet swept into this place, but as he traveled in and found no fresh scents, he grew more confident in his solitude. He paced along, but found little he was able to truly relate with. The scents of what would have been Nauthiz were long gone, replaced by time and nature's own aroma. Most notably to him, the scent of his friend no longer graced the valley.
Sorin sighed deeply as he paced along in the open meadow at the center of the vale. He could settle here, he supposed. It was sheltered, there would be plenty of prey. It was a good choice, she had made a good choice in coming here. But there was just too much pain, too many haunting memories. If he stayed, he would forever be reminded of what might have been. A strong pack, a good alpha, a place to recover. Recover, ha. He snorted briefly at the notion of being able to heal in the valley now. Now, it only cut his heart all the deeper.
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