The Sentinels bang my head upon the faultline

It had been weeks since the pale wolf had laid eyes on his two-toned leader. Or was it months by now? in the wake of his sudden tragedy he had lost track of time. There were days right after the pack mate from his former life  delivered the sad news that were total black spots in his mind as he filled his body with whatever substance he knew of that would fuck him up.  That period had passed, though, and he had taken to hiding in the forests of the coast, avoiding any and all contact with those of his kind 

Soon the pain waned away, as pain always does, and it was this day that Vegas chose to seek out @Rokig, explain, apologize, and hope he might allow him to pledge himself once more. and so he trekked though the towering forest, towards the scent of ocean brine, nostrils twitching in search of the man who had so recently been his leader.