Raven's Watch last of his line,

preferably someone he hasn’t met yet, pack doggo or loner!
set a vague thing of weeks after diaspora, short post & not a lot to work with bc my muse for vonn is dead-

When Vonn halted in his tracks for the sevralth time to to glance over a rounded shoulder, it wasn’t just to assure himself that he was leaving Diaspora behind; it was to affirm, incessantly, that his debt to Stigmata had been repaid; and that the garnet-eyed she-wolf who deemed herself Goddess was not trailing him. His lip curled at the thought; he’d had enough harrowing experience with near-fanatics to last several lifetimes.

And as much as he’d felt some kindling with the Allgemeines at the prospect of becoming a part of them... he couldn’t. He traveled alone; wouldn’t settle until he found Aurëwen, if she was even alive.

Diaspora was southerly, and the oceans were northerly. He couldn’t stay there, longer and leech and be thought of as... invaluable. A part of him coaxed him towards the coast, never having seen the famed seas for himself. The only expanses the once-heir knew of was that of falls of his birth-gorge and its lakes—like the one he picked his way through now.

Thankful that in the wee hours of morning, it was only a gathering of winter ravens that presided from afar. Some part of him longed to acquire an ability to understand them; maybe they would be able to ascertain where Aurëwen was, as fickle of a fantasy as it was.