Kildeer Rest when you press it with your sharp red mouth

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@Bane has disappeared to lure more souls to their little pit of hell that would soon be known as Nightwatch, leaving them to hold down the fort while he wandered, fading back into the north from whence he came. The steadily growing pack lingers a top their mountain, waiting for their leader to return, but impatience and hunger draws the strigoi away from their borders one night towards the frozen lands where Bane had slunk off to. He is no leader, but a force of his own. It is the promise of fresh blood and another barrier of protection around @Mazatl that ties him to Bane, but with the northerner gone, he is left to ponder his loyalty.

Dawn comes upon him suddenly, the night creature squinting at the eastern light in disgust. He is farther from Raven's Watch than he would have liked. The land is unfamiliar and barren, the grass shifting plantatively in the breeze as he searches for respite, his eyes straining against the light. With his hunger sated, he might be able to focus enough to bring himself home, but his body gnaws against his brain and against itself, reprimanding him for failing to sustain his dark desire. He eyes the smoking rock in the distance, his paws quick to lead him away from the openness of the tundra as the sun crawls upwards.