Dawnlark Plains Oshiete oshiete yo

@Bane or Damien idfk XD

Why he had found himself back into the lands he had abandoned so long ago was a mystery even to him. Perhaps it was a desire to relive the past - to reimagine the world as it had once been. Maybe he hoped to find remnants of better times, traces of others lost long ago. Nothing else was seeking him - a broken man in a broken world, just wandering to find whatever he desired. The plains were coated in a light dusting of snow, reminding him of times he'd rather not think about. His greying muzzle told him he should be past all of this, but his mind was not ready to let go entirely just yet. With the right wolves, the right spirits about him, he could find happiness again - but even this was unsure.

Sooooorry! <3

The last thing he'd been expecting the moment he left his post to chase after a juicy herd of caribou was to find him. Kenneth, of all the wolves Bane was tied to by blood, was the one that he felt most hatred for. It was a hatred born of love, of a broken heart and an unkempt loyalty. He'd left without a word, without even trying to drag him away from all the pain that he knew his own brother was going through in the bleak northern lands, and nothing good had resulted of it.

So the only thing Bane could bring himself to do was turn the other way. He didn't stay to find out whether his brother had seen him, or what reasons he had to come back. He just turned around and started walking the other way, aiming to put as much distance between themselves as he could before Kenneth started talking.