Dawnlark Plains What To Do, Where To Go?

The barren, chilly lands of Dawnlark stretched before Zephyr, the winds of Fall biting into his fur - not once did he feel it. The ebony brute slunk onwards, head drooping and tail dragging. Chusi's reaction still burned his soul, and the pieces of his broken heart lay in Zephyr's ribcage.

He'd imagined an excited reunion between them, if he'd ever found her - this was naive of him, he knew, because a young pup would always need a caregiver. He should have known she would move on, but he couldn't ever imagine her not adoring him as she always had.

Broken down, Zephyr flopped to his side at the rise of a hill - he'd stopped in the Ravine on the way here, revisited all the old places he used to hang out. He'd even debated going to Saltwinter for a home - but that was undesirable, foolish. Marauder's Keep drew him forward, but upon realizing it was no longer Warbone's scent that ruled, he'd turned tail and left. A thought to go back to Rosings was present in his mind, fully ready to lie and tell them he had no idea where Chusi went, but not concrete. For now, he just lay there, head on his paws, apple eyes sweeping the area before him and moping silently.