the ongoing speculation

@Mordecai

The Russian sat next to the stream Mordecai introduced him to during their first meeting. Next to the waters, he howled for the Alpha: We need to speak, my friend, he said. Dijax had stayed in the Wilds for... a month now. It was a long time, to him, at least. He had to get a move on, to make plans. Voicing his thoughts would help clear them up.

For the past two weeks, Dijax had often woken up from nightmares. About the Pacific, about his pack, about the deception he would cause upon his russet friend if he left out of the blue. He wasn't even sure of what he should do right now, but he had a pretty good idea that it involved searching for his pack mates.

The only thing that concerned him with this, though, was a scent. It had been a month, and he feared their scent would be stale if they managed to escape. But he had to try. If he didn't and the Litke wolves didn't escape and there was a chance he could have found them... he wouldn't be able to live with himself. It was his only realistic chance.