Blackbeak Bluff didn't they tell you, you'd leave and never come back

Ephraim hadn't seen Tux since returning to Drageda. In the wake of several of their members defecting, he wanted nothing more than to catch up with his many-toed childhood friend and see how he was doing, but for a large man, Tux was awfully difficult to find. It never occurred to him that Tux might not want to be found. Surely losing his mother and sister was a huge blow. He thought he could relate, but losing his family in the storm when he was young wasn't the same as watching half of one's family turn traitor when they were old enough to understand the implications.

At last, he managed to pick up a recent scent trail leading out of the territory. With a swish of his tail and a backward glance, Ephraim took up a trot and began to tail Tux out along the coastal cliffs. Perhaps luckily for both of them, Tux had a significant head start and Ephraim heard nothing of his friend's sobbing in the far distance. Night came quickly, and something else. The air felt charged and it made the hair along Ephraim's shoulders prickle, but he couldn't place it, so he ignored it.

He found the black-and-white Kru with his face turned up to the sky. With a soft whine to announce himself, Ephraim crept forward and seated himself nearby, allowing Tux to have the first word if he wished. Now that he was actually here, he felt a little stupid about coming without even asking—what if Tux didn't want to see him?