Ouroboros Spine The big lake they call Gitche Gumee

Collected from his thicket in the Bramblepoint, he moved deliberately, and careful with every gesture. He felt hollow, and the heartbreak was vast.. but given some stable footing to stand upon by what Bronco had worked diligently on in the meantime, he had to try to pull it together.

It was not unusual for him to be quiet, but this silence was different on his shoulders. His head, carried lower to keep his chest from hurting, and his teeth, gritted in pain. As they traveled through the Glen, he also took a certain measure of care to keep Bronco or Vallkyrie between him and Moonspear as they trailed along, determined not to look at it though he felt it staring him down hard. He also tried not to dwell on how ghostly this place underfoot felt to him now, no longer thrumming with the energy they had all once brought. That bothered him, too.

But, they reached their destination and he finally looked up. The scents of others, alongside strangers, marked the threshold. His head swam, though he focused on everything Bronco had told him so far--that this was where the scarce few survivors were, and where the Glen's stragglers had been gathered. Antares did want to see them most of all, hopeful to see another familiar face, so he held fast to that thought as a howl rose to announce them, and he sunk into an exhausted sit next to the Blackthorn.