Greatwater Lake Empty chairs at empty tables

@Moonshadow set sometime after this thread ignore his sulking. Or not.

Ganon walked to the lake alone, his thoughts bearing down on his thoughts. His uncle Cicero was dead. His grand uncle Miraak was dead. Both were casualties in the war he had fled. 

Guilt gripped his heart as a flow of what ifs flooded his mind. What if he had stayed and fought alongside them? Could he have changed the tide in the war? Could he have healed Cicero's injuries? 

Nothing could change what had happened, he reminded himself. He sat at the water's edge and took a drink. It was not yet summer, but he could sense the heat coming in. Life changed. It went forward. And so he. 

But what now? Blackfeather Woods was not the place he had once knew, for better or for worse. Despite the oppressiveness of the religious group that had long since dominated the Woods, he liked the familial nature of the pack. His family lived there. His lineage permeated the Woods. But the Woods now was better than ever. Stable, quiet, non-denominational. But would he like it? 

His brother was on the coast. Despite his disgust for his brother's arrogance and rashness he still longed for him through all those months. He could go there and find him. 

His uncle was somewhere, the last remnant of his young life. Perhaps he had a successful pack, despite his failings in retaking the Woods. Perhaps, he could join with him. 

He'd have to make a choice soon, but he had no clue what path to take.