Emberwood take off your clothes and dream that fame

Siqsa wasn’t very good at being a pack wolf, here. Kavik seemed to elude him, but he had gotten on the trail and tracked the dark Alpha’s scent over to this side of the packlands. While he hadn’t met any other member of Swift Current, nor any of his own prior packmates, Siqsa followed Kaviks trail. A trail that seemed strangely to be intertwined with someone else’s. 

The dark hulk of wolf swayed through the light timbers of the lands, not even remotely feeling welcomed, nor included into the ranks. Was this how Kavik felt, too? Had to be... he was once the Alpha of his own pack - he didn’t need to co-lead to be the head wolf in charge. But those mangy dogs had brought Kavik from the throne, and Siqsa was determined to help Kavik see that this place wouldn’t replace what they once had. Maybe he had to find Rue and figure some things out. She out of all would know how terrible his social skills were - maybe she would help him recruit? He could be her backup. Nobody could do anything to her, should he be there. 

Barf lightly tinged the air with an acidic twang, but it was stale. And sood lightly copper wafts eroded at him from the snow. He was confused, following the tracks that had remained the same, despite Kaviks scent growing fainter.