King Elk Forest The end, is just the beginning.

The sun had long since fallen on a quiet day. Calhoun had spent most of his time tracking the herds, taking note of their activity with the new snow that had blanked their forest. Bodies seemed to be disappearing by the week, left to their own devices, or perhaps off to their sister pack away from Celnes and Cenric's rule. It was a thought he too had dabbled with, though he wouldn't dare leave in the midst of winter storms.

It seemed he was no longer appreciated here though. Sacnite had left too, a shame really, Calhoun saw so much potential in her, but now he was one of few. Celnes' guard had approached him questioning his loyalty as if he had the right when he was not fully one of them. It was true he would not see eye to eye with the King, but that did not make her any less of his family. Something Germanicus could not equate to.

Unfortunately, others would not see things the same way. He was unaware of the threat he now posed. Calhoun never even held an interest in leading, only to be respected and acknowledged for his devotion. Maybe that was what brought him out in the dead of night. He sought comfort. Blending with the trees, the Baron made his way to Staghall, where he could truly be alone with his God to pray for the answers he sought.