Nova Peak keep the rage tender

In spite of his silent offer, the wolf stayed where she was, moving neither forward nor away. He half expected her to say something—most did when approached—but was greeted by silence. Inwardly shrugging it off, he continued towards her, intending to glide right on by without interruption. Except, as he got nearer, he was overcome by a sense of déjà vu. Confused, he tried to push the feeling away, only for it to intensify instead and essentially take over. Slowing to a stop, his brows scrunched up whilst he looked over the wolf, not finding anything that really stood out to him. Taking several more steps forward, his eyes trained on the woman, he found himself once again stopping as something did stand out: a mask.

“Heda?” he croaked out, voice hoarse from months of scarce usage. Had he found his way back to them somehow? It seemed unlikely, but the similarities between the woman and his past leader made him consider the possibility. He had been traveling for a long time now, so it wasn’t totally unbelievable that he’d ended up back in the Wilds but… if he was there, then that meant that he must have been searching in the wrong direction all along.