Blackfeather Woods People built churches for you, and fought wars in your name, and you did nothing.

There was a tug in his chest when awoke, a tingling in his feet and a shiver up his spin. He wasn’t sure if he noticed it suddenly or if perhaps it had grown on him gradually. He woke with dawn, the sun barely woken from the night. Siarut gently nosed @Nanook, smiling down at her curled frame. “I’ve got to see @Takiyok.” Sia had told his mate about their reunion on the steps of Diaspora, and his despair at finding her so miserable.

He rose, slowly with a nudge of his head along her jaw and a kiss delicately placed along her brow; and he set out to his little sister.

His original intentions had been to return to the mountains of Diaspora, however when he arrived at their territory, he found it oddly empty. The pack having moved on. Curious, Siarut did his best to stick to the scent trail left by the previous Diaspora. But was drawn off course by the proximity of a territory he hadn’t ventured to in nearly two years. Siarut’s paws lead him to the dark woods of Blackfeather.

Barely a foot inside the dense canopy of leafless branches, Siarut froze. Face to face with old memories. Swelled with emotion, Siarut rose his head to the sky and howled a mournful song. The stillness of the morning caring the heart wrenching sound of his failure for miles in every direction, regardless of the frozen branches looming overhead.