Ocean's Breath Plateau chamak

aditya had seen much and traveled far, but the great white north had always been beyond his reach. tonight, though, the north—in some small sense—had come to him.

some called them kiubiyaq or aqsarnirq; others simply the 'dancing colors.'

they pulsed and shivered above his head, brighter than he had ever seen them before. as he reached the western border of moontide, he turned his nose upward and watched them, his eyes a rose-gold reflection of their hues.

arjun had not been found, and he'd done his best. his exhausted paws had brought him here at last after working every angle he could think of. and while his journey had allowed him to see old friends and faces, the one he truly sought was not among them.

had he returned? he skimmed the nearest scent marking with his muzzle, seeking his son there and finding no trace.

adi loosed a disappointed huff of air and called for @Rodyn and @Chakliux, feeling the weariness settle into the very marrow of his bones. at least his grandchildren would be a comfort and joy.