Ouroboros Spine take me home

The English speaking Alpha reversed a couple steps away from him as he rose from the ground. As presumed, the male payed attention to the information he had provided. He looked around as Dijax stood still, waiting for him to finish. Although the figures were not in sight, they would always be around to haunt him. The hairs on his back bristled as a chill ran along his spine, every particle around him seemed to be some sort of monster about to pounce. The genuine creature wondered if he would ever be able to live without the disquietude caused by the figures.

The russet hued beast deserted his own introduction, and Dijax could see he had made a terrible mistake by crossing the border between freedom and pack land - someone was chasing him. Chasing him. Meaning they were following him wherever he went. Which meant in the stranger's territory. Fearing he had endangered the unknown pack like his own had been, the prussian topped wolf answered the regal willingly, "I am afraid I do not know." He started, "All I remember is being home in the tundra of the Litke when I heard my pack mates screaming for help. I ran across the island to aid them, but... I - I... sorry." Dijax paused, inhaling a deep breath with closed eyes. His features showed a look of profound thought as he racked his brain to look back.

"I cannot remember any more that happened on my home land. But when I woke, I could not see properly. My vision was... blurred and I was weak and overheated. All I could see were figures standing on two legs, like bears." Wincing as he reminded himself of his awakening, the way the numbness made his eyes water, he pushed himself to continue. "I heard a horrible, raucous sound, and then I was being dragged by something. I could not feel, or see, but I was being dragged. I know I was. Out of terror, I lashed out and as I felt myself free of the beast's grip, I legged it. I was struggling to stay on my feet, but as I ran, the motion returned in my body and I was no longer blinded." Dijax smiled marginally, attempting to sugarcoat the story, to make it seem like no big deal. "I kept running for hours, days, even. Now I am here." He finished, and realised he had sunk in posture a little, so he picked himself back up. It was a summary of the tragic story, and a sharp twinge of pain crossed him as he though of his pack mates.

Where were they? Had they had the same fate as him?