Swiftcurrent Creek ticket home

He traversed from the coast, eager to put distance between himself and the memories. It almost felt as if he could still smell the ash -- the flesh of the burnt. Lasher's resting place was destroyed -- his sisters missing. They were likely dead. He hadn't seen Casmir in moons now, since his littermate had last sought him out -- he didn't care to see him again.

Instead, the stocky wolf crept along the edges of the creek he had come to, a hardened glint in his fiery eyes before his muzzle swpt to the water, quenching his thirst. His mind drifted to Aria -- he had left her behind in Moonspear, but he felt she would be fine without him. She had Floki -- the grey male she had looked to as if the sun had risen and set upon him. She was clearly enthralled by him, and was left in good hands.

But now he needed to determine what was next for him.