Noctisardor Bypass Falling fast to the ground

Somehow, someway, the Greek had gone in a circle. Not a small circle, either. He'd started at the Bypass, wandered around the valley he'd yet to actually visit, before finding himself back where his previous pack once resided. It had been a long process, the storm having stopped him several times, but that came as no big deal once he'd seen the once beautiful land. It was not as he remembered, now riddled with craters from falling debris, and littered by boulders and the like. It was awful, to put things bluntly. It caused his bottom jaw to fall, leaving his mouth agape as he stared at what once was. While it saddened him greatly to see his old home in ruins, it also gave him a sense of... release. No longer was he tied to the nonexistent pack, no longer was there a place for any of the old members to return to. It was almost as if his slate had been wiped clean, causing a sort of bittersweet sensation to wash over him.

Wandering along the trail that was once a heavily scented border, Alastor continued on to get a better look at it all. Eventually, the wind brought a scent to him. He did not recognize it as being anyone in particular, but he could tell it was a wolf. Curious, for numerous reasons, he followed after it, his stride a bit lopsided. Only when the form of the girl became visible to him did his pace slow to a steady trot, and then stopped altogether a respective distance away. "The storm really did a number on it," he commented, looking towards the old pack lands once more. Her scent did not match any of those he could faintly recall from his time in the bypass, leaving him without a clue as to who she was or, more importantly, what had brought her to the area. None of his inquiries were voiced, however, as he wasn't too sure if he wanted to know the answers just yet.