Nimbus Summit Eyes wide open

He's just snooping at the borders. Feel free to engage or this may be a read only. <3

On a whim, the lone Duskfire circled back to the summit. To Atautsikut. Perhaps, he thought, he had acted too rashly in not parting with his pack and former leaders with a proper farewell. They at least deserved that much. To know that he was okay. His plans still remained the same. He would carve his own path elsewhere.

The great summit rising into the clouds loomed close overhead. Shadowing him. A silent reminder of paths he had never walked. Of adventures and stories he would never have to share. But instead of looking up and taking it all in, his head was towards the ground.

Deeply, he inhaled along the line where he knew the borders to be. Ears twitched to the side and back as he dissected each and every bit of information and the scents twisted within. Hard glacial eyes flashed up in a glare to the land beyond.

He did not like what he found. Or, the lack thereof.

No Lane. No Issorartuyok. No Tuuluuwaq. Gone. Only a handful of new arrivals and two he distantly recognized. Rage, betrayal, hurt and spite all manifested on his mug. He could not help the tight curl of his lips or the razor line of his hackles. Just when he had been about to part on neutral terms. To try and give them a chance. Now, now they had shown their true colors. The Tatkret's. Users. Traitors. Abandoning what they had stolen and re-built. Even their own young children.

He recalled the earlier days. When his mistrust of the northern wolves was at it's strongest. Now it was justified. He shook his head. He should've listened to his gut. Spitting distastefully onto the claimed soil, Ensio turned to walk away with ice in his veins.