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The talk he'd had with Constantine had gone well enough; his intentions had been set, and he left behind the forest without issue. Screech liked to think of the dark wolf as one of his few allies, but to be truthful, he wasn't sure how he felt upon confronting him. The chance that the leader of Ravensblood Forest would fall to his base instinct (one held by all black-furred wolves to be tricksters, blood-hungry and monstrous) was something Screech couldn't help but entertain. Still, he had left in one piece.

He followed the river as he had before, heading south until the sight of the flatlands beyond made him too nervous. Screech had never crossed the Hoshor Plains and yet, upon seeing the land level-out as it crept towards the distant horizon, he saw the danger there. To be caught in an open field would certainly spell his demise — whether it was caused by the Cerberus hunting him down again, or Constantine sending a spy along to keep an eye out. He desperately wished to trust in his friend, but Screech had learned through many hard lessons that certain people just couldn't be trusted to the full extent of others.

So, he had a drink at the river and then veered towards the mountains. The goal was to find Rannoch and be reunited, but there was always the chance his family had moved on to somewhere safer. He had no idea that this rock-hewn path would lead him towards the Sunspire, nor that they had settled there. But he had found them somewhere among these mountains once — and Screech wouldn't give up hope that he would see them again.