Whitefish River ≡ Sun Never Sets

It had been many a night (specifically since he had told Ira of the happenings within the Empire) since he had visited their sister-pack. She had told him he was always welcome, and unless things had changed, this would be the first time he usurped the borders without directly signaling his arrival. There was a brief hesitation as his body slid across and he set to exploring. He didn’t want to cause alarm, but he supposed defenses shouldn’t be as strict. Children were growing and getting out of their dens by now. Of course, that could be all the more reason to offer concern.

His ears tipped back against his skull as he moved. He sought out the waters he had spied on Reiko and Emrik at. That seemed like a good place to start, and honestly, he could go for a drink after the slight journey between the two packs. It wasn’t nominal, but refreshments in the summer heat were rarely turned down. Weight had returned to him by now [almost fully] and he was pleased to find a comfortable place to sit and drink from upon his arrival.

He hadn’t spent much time in the Empire since he had endured his fallout with Reiko. Staying away seemed to be best for his psyche. He wondered if they even considered one of them anymore. He supposed one had to lose some to win some. A sigh drifted from his lips. Though the thoughts had been less frequent he hadn’t yet fully recovered from the damage that had been done to him. It certainly took a toll. He recalled the girl, Polaris, that he had met. She was a young spit-fire with some good advice. Advice Collision could hear over most things going on his head these days. She had given him a good reason to try. She had given him a good reason to remember his capabilities, and for the first time in a very long time…Collision was at peace.

@Hieronymous