Wheeling Gull Isle trilipa

He had long since grown used to being cast adrift. It was his chosen path, these days. Those who had worked so hard to build Atautsikut had turned their backs on it. And now, so did he. The Duskfire turned east, pulled back in the direction of his roots. But he was not ready to re-visit the Glacier yet.

It was with a cruel realization, that as he traveled without companionship, just how truly alone he really was. Both of his parents, dead. His sister disowned. His brother a thought in the shadows. Even his cousins, lost to the wilderness to pursue lives of their own. 

Ensio was the sole remaining wolf of his parents lineage. Of Duskfire Glacier's legacy.

It made him bitter. Lost. 

He found himself in a strange place, where the land met a vast stretch of water, as far as the eye could see. The air smelled different here. Even the earth did too, slipping easily between his toes. When he bent down for a drink, he immediately spat out the brackish salt water, sneezing to clear out his nose. A strip of land tempted him towards a distant island. But he was hardly in a hurry, too captivated in his curiosity by the assortment of shells gleaming beneath his feet, or the colorful fish darting just out of reach in the water. It was a whole new realm for the Northern born and he was transfixed.