the ongoing speculation

[size=x-small]He'll be back![/size]

A look of concern crossed Mordecai's features. Winter had commenced, and it was the time he would need the arctic's help the most. Over the short period of time he had stayed in the Spine, however, Dijax observed their caches were almost full, and the pack was very well prepared for the three grim months of snow.

As Dijax stood there, his plans and ideas suddenly came flooding to him. Maybe he had prepared for this... subconsciously. In his dreams, in his nightmares, he had been planning.

He sighed sadly at Mordecai. He didn't want to leave the safety of the Wilds, either. Although Dijax did not feel guilty at the mere thought of leaving, he would if something happened to the pack during his absence. "I need to move South," he said. It was self-explanatory; he needed to find his pack mates. He needed to return where he had been running from.