Northstar Vale it seems like it isn't in the cards for us

The icy conditions had kept him well within the confines of his pack's territory for far too long. By the time the snows came, accumulated, then passed, he had to get up and move.

But the time had not been wasted, by any means. Prey had come easily enough and he believed without the shelter of the cavern, he would be finding himself in poor conditions. Instead, by the time he set out and began to range, it was with the contentedness of a full belly and a well-rested body, so his spirits were light -- despite the difficulty of the trek so far.

He'd had something in mind that had stayed with him for weeks now. Finally, he made for a pathway heading towards Northstar Vale. The sterling Rikudou hoped he might find Warbone once there. Instead, he was only met with open, abandoned spaces. No pack scent, no Warbone.. absolutely nothing. He blinked. It didn't seem right? But his nose was not deceiving him, no matter how much he wished it might be true.

With caution, he proceeded onward deeper into the Vale.

There, he mourned quietly. No one ever rose to meet him, no scents tickled his nose besides old stale ones, and Warbone's impressive countenance never came to greet him. Inari could not find explanation or reason to suggest this, but guessed they had moved on somehow. He only wished he knew how to find them again.

First Ukko, now Warbone too. He ailed, and wandered, until he would rest then resume that same, empty routine he had come to know.