The Bracken Woods there is no absolution for the fallen

okay past tense is hard. idk if this makes sense so, apologies.

The last few months had been a chaotic train wreck, moving from one place to the next and it never feeling right. It was never Seageda, never will be. Trigeda had taken them in for a little while in order to conduct some form of damage control but eventually Gavriel made the decision to try his luck elsewhere and tagging along was his little brother, @Vercingetorix. The others left remained within the safe confines of Trigeda where most of their wolves were housed.

They did not leave in time enough to catch their sister's scent but that of a Trigeda wolf, albeit a little stale and gapped, that brought them through the bracken woods. Travel weary, Gavriel glanced toward the dark male, impressed the younger one had managed that far without too much trouble. "Komba raun," the older said, nose caught on an all too familiar scent that gives him a little push to deviate left and follow.